#banyan - Hello Poetry

Let alone a banyan tree, A branch is much bigger than me. I am not big. The sun seems like a palette of colour. As I see the big print, It amazes me even more. Colour drifts, painting sweet spots, Shedding hardly any space at all— Only a hand’s palm size, that’s all, For its spectacular masterstroke: a rose!

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Mar 16, 2025

Mar 16, 2025 at 11:22 PM UTC

shofi-ahmed

I Am Not Big

Let alone a banyan tree, A branch is much bigger than me. I am not big. The sun seems like a palette of colour. As I see the big print, It amazes me even more. Colour drifts, painting sweet spots, Shedding hardly any space at all— Only a hand’s palm size, that’s all, For its spectacular masterstroke: a rose!

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And you and me are still Young enough to really live We are simply melding Into another season of emotion The years are just beginning To gray what they have claimed And have been allowed to claim The wind blows away what it can-- What cannot be tied down Keep whispering Your soul into my soul Keep primal scream tears Falling into my primal soul Keep filling up the empty spaces Keep creating empty spaces Tearing down the vacant walls Building up new walls Opening locked doors Locking others in turn As we forever transform together Under the aegis of the Immortal As we grow like the roots Of the banyan tree Hanging down with the branches Helping to provide shelter As we slowly grow closer To the sweet earth In silent anticipation Finally touching Slowly penetrating Gently pushing deeper Until we are of one purpose Deeply rooted by the banks Of the Eternal River That descended from heaven And flows through Human spirit transformed Life-giving water running slow And deep the source of your whisper-- True essence in deepest longings Flowing into my source Pockets of holy energy overflowing Slowed down to a trickle at times Going full circle and Back and forth From out of reach channels That something deep beyond The starry masses That something some call love That something some call God That something flowing & living In me & you.

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Feb 22, 2017

Feb 22, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC

DanielTucker

From the Eternal Source

And you and me are still Young enough to really live We are simply melding Into another season of emotion The years are just beginning To gray what they have claimed And have been allowed to claim The wind blows away what it can-- What cannot be tied down Keep whispering Your soul into my soul Keep primal scream tears Falling into my primal soul Keep filling up the empty spaces Keep creating empty spaces Tearing down the vacant walls Building up new walls Opening locked doors Locking others in turn As we forever transform together Under the aegis of the Immortal As we grow like the roots Of the banyan tree Hanging down with the branches Helping to provide shelter As we slowly grow closer To the sweet earth In silent anticipation Finally touching Slowly penetrating Gently pushing deeper Until we are of one purpose Deeply rooted by the banks Of the Eternal River That descended from heaven And flows through Human spirit transformed Life-giving water running slow And deep the source of your whisper-- True essence in deepest longings Flowing into my source Pockets of holy energy overflowing Slowed down to a trickle at times Going full circle and Back and forth From out of reach channels That something deep beyond The starry masses That something some call love That something some call God That something flowing & living In me & you.

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Breathe in and breathe out Rooted like the banyan tree Watch thoughts come and go

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Mar 24, 2021

Mar 24, 2021 at 11:01 PM UTC

Black_Petal

Banyan

Breathe in and breathe out Rooted like the banyan tree Watch thoughts come and go

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I wandered through the village in the woods of densely formed trunks and I was told that it is not a forest but a tree, I drank sweet tea under the tied up aerial roots and the thick foliage above it The woman I spoke to, laughed at my wonder and took my hand She led me to the middle where our surrender embraced the trunk which was too thick for four outstretched arms The red ribbons touched our head Back on the terrace on the edge where the young trunks in the lake form a living canopy we saw a flight of parrots The birds were shouting at us 'No Hurry', they yelled every time when they passed in the bright colours of their message: 'No Hurry! Be Wappy!'

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Dec 29, 2018

Dec 29, 2018 at 4:11 AM UTC

Zywa

Be Wappy

I wandered through the village in the woods of densely formed trunks and I was told that it is not a forest but a tree, I drank sweet tea under the tied up aerial roots and the thick foliage above it The woman I spoke to, laughed at my wonder and took my hand She led me to the middle where our surrender embraced the trunk which was too thick for four outstretched arms The red ribbons touched our head Back on the terrace on the edge where the young trunks in the lake form a living canopy we saw a flight of parrots The birds were shouting at us 'No Hurry', they yelled every time when they passed in the bright colours of their message: 'No Hurry! Be Wappy!'

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Just like me, If you happen to see, This magnificent Banyan tree: You would probably be, Feeling free; Or looking up towards the sky, Likely heaving a sigh, As you walk by. Surely this banyan must provide So many places to hide; For birds to make their nests Under its vast expansiveness. If I were young I would have clung, To the roots and swung Like a little child From side to side. But now I'd rather look up and see The wind blowing through the tree, Watch the leaves shake and shimmer Exposing their emerald green glimmer. I'd love to sit in its shade, Watch a wedding cavalcade, Dig into the earth with a ***** Feel the sun as he filters through, Watch the hues in the morning dew.

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Nov 17, 2018

Nov 17, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC

shantala-kothare

Banyan Tree

Just like me, If you happen to see, This magnificent Banyan tree: You would probably be, Feeling free; Or looking up towards the sky, Likely heaving a sigh, As you walk by. Surely this banyan must provide So many places to hide; For birds to make their nests Under its vast expansiveness. If I were young I would have clung, To the roots and swung Like a little child From side to side. But now I'd rather look up and see The wind blowing through the tree, Watch the leaves shake and shimmer Exposing their emerald green glimmer. I'd love to sit in its shade, Watch a wedding cavalcade, Dig into the earth with a ***** Feel the sun as he filters through, Watch the hues in the morning dew.

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I am a banyan(vatavriksha) Standing like The guardian figure At the gateway of the village Oh you thought The champakas,rajanigandhas Were envious of me No,no I am an old one Seen some hundred summers And winters Children and tots Playing merrily In my cool shade On a hot summer afternoon The river near me I daily see Carries timelessness Just like me Lovers passionate Passing on boats Even in floods of fury Dreaming of being Radha Krishna And gopis What not Do I see Oh pralaya(destruction) Did see Krishna Floating away On one of my leaves! A baby ******* his toe Untouched by any worry My leaves are heart shaped I do touch hearts of men Read their minds Some robust like me Some weak I wish to stand here Endlessly For just like holy kadamba Under which Krishna gave gopis Aatmananda(joy of self-conscience) Rich with its divine glory I am but a mere banyan tree!

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Jan 19, 2018

Jan 19, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC

amit-narayan-satpathy

Vatavriksha:the banyan

I am a banyan(vatavriksha) Standing like The guardian figure At the gateway of the village Oh you thought The champakas,rajanigandhas Were envious of me No,no I am an old one Seen some hundred summers And winters Children and tots Playing merrily In my cool shade On a hot summer afternoon The river near me I daily see Carries timelessness Just like me Lovers passionate Passing on boats Even in floods of fury Dreaming of being Radha Krishna And gopis What not Do I see Oh pralaya(destruction) Did see Krishna Floating away On one of my leaves! A baby ******* his toe Untouched by any worry My leaves are heart shaped I do touch hearts of men Read their minds Some robust like me Some weak I wish to stand here Endlessly For just like holy kadamba Under which Krishna gave gopis Aatmananda(joy of self-conscience) Rich with its divine glory I am but a mere banyan tree!

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I wish that my life could be a banyan tree, large, massive, eternal, offering shelter to travelers, wanderers, exhausted ones, when lacking support and nourished inadequately p from the p o trunk, o e poetry e t would be t r the prop r y roots and y . my support . . system . """"""."""""""""""""""""""""""""".""""""" ~~~~.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.~~~~~

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Jun 24, 2017

Jun 24, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC

jayantee

Banyan tree

I wish that my life could be a banyan tree, large, massive, eternal, offering shelter to travelers, wanderers, exhausted ones, when lacking support and nourished inadequately p from the p o trunk, o e poetry e t would be t r the prop r y roots and y . my support . . system . """"""."""""""""""""""""""""""""".""""""" ~~~~.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.~~~~~

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A poem is a riven arrow, whistling through the banyan forest of words; with deft flight it emerges swiftly from the confusion and with precision, strikes you deep in the heart...

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Nov 20, 2014

Nov 20, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC

stiltskin

Riven Arrow

A poem is a riven arrow, whistling through the banyan forest of words; with deft flight it emerges swiftly from the confusion and with precision, strikes you deep in the heart...

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