The venerable oak reaches up into the azure sky.
Does it move towards the light or are its trembling branches praying for the gentle balm of rain.
There is, come what may, a calm acceptance of all that is.
The tree knows it cannot change what is here and in this deep rootedness opens to the limitless potential of now.
There is no fight within it and no effort is required to be in this golden present.
It is a silvan Buddha, offering enlightenment to all who can see.
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