Yesterday spring zephyrs nudged the newly leafed trees to wiggle and stretch the winter kinks out of their limbs and branches. I felt a sense of peace in my conscience meditation.

My muse was present too.

The Arbors

Do we not know they are like us;
Our friends the trees of many kinds.
Why is it man will just not trust
The truths we know within our minds.

Each tree and we are part of all
As we each grow within the light.
Our seasons too bring both a fall
When season’s colors bright ignite.

I love the newness of the green
As leaves arrive in early spring.
Their flowers too are clearly seen
With scents of sweetness fragrance brings

Yet trees and man are oft alike
Each standing true against life's storm
But trees each year will change their Haik
And humans pass to spirit's norm.

In my peaceful state of mind, I once again reminded myself that even though I don’t like what I see in the world of man all is as it should be. We are spiritual beings housed in a material body for growth through situations, conditions and outcomes that we create. What a marvelous gift the All That Is has given us.

We create our experiences, but we deny we own them, so we blame our situations on someone or something else or we create rules or doctrines or dogmas that disguise our authorship. Thus our responsibility for negative thoughts and their subsequent manifestations pass into the dark caves of forgetfulness. We are the creators of our condition and that if we want to change it...change our minds.