God a tree and me.

When I look at the simple beauty of  tree, bare from winter,
where does my gratitude flow? To the tree,
or to God?

Is thanking the tree worshiping of the tree?

Am I awarding the tree choice and responsibility for its creation?
Yes for the maintenance of the form it holds but,
 the placement of that form in its genetic physical realm?

This statement is but the same window that I must look through.
As most monastic schools in many different traditions teach,
bringing my self as subject to the same law.

So in that way like the tree, only my bodies
"controllable" health and wellbeing is mine to manifest.
As for the genetic makeup of my physical/biological place on this planet,
the multi dimensional environments of my soul.
For all this to breath, I alone have done nothing.

My thoughts and ideas, all gifts for me as part of the world,
from me and the world.

As part of this biology, guided by a single conscious wave,
there is no need that can't be met. no event with out its
riddles answer presented simultaneously in that moment.

It is up to me to see this, not  to long to FREELY dance in this wave of creation
but to LET GO and DANCE IN THE WAVE!

Quartered and sold the wave heads for the nearest beach.
freed and lose it can travel the world.
It lives in every moment for it is every moment
and all that is in that moment is the itness of "it".