The Redwood and the Rain Goddess

You think you are a rock
cemented in your own happiness.
But why are you so steadfast?
Why are you so afraid
to move with the earth,
to change as life changes?
Your need to keep
what you believe in
often calls to me
when I am trying to
find my way home.
You are the Redwood Tree,
your roots anchor to the core
of your own being.
You are glorious
in your existence,
bigger than life.
Your fingers reach
to the sun itself.
But, my glorious Redwood,
don’t you know that
I am water,
given to you from
Mother Earth herself?
You feel I am transparent
as you look down on me,
judging through your leafy eyes
and pointing branches.
But look closer,
what you see is not me,
but a reflection of life.
Look even closer,
bend your grandiose trunk…
look into my clear waters.
That is you
that you are seeing.
You are so bold and tall,
so beautiful,
the majestic King of Trees,
but you forget,
that even you are needy.
Even you cannot survive
by yourself
Do you not see that I am
your life sustainer,
your refresher and cleanser?
You have forgotten,
Grand Protector of
all that you believe in,
that Gaia, our life giver,
painted my world
to be ever changing.
She spreads me across
the Earth, giving my gift,
providing my essence,
getting blown by the wind,
heated by the sun,
and frozen in the air.
I am a transformer,
a changeling.
I am the rain that drops
onto your dry bark,
the elixir that your
thirsting roots cry out for.
But when will you understand,
my Forest Sovereign,
that they are crying because
you drink me in
but then send me on my way?
Why can’t you see,
as you sit in your place,
the same place
you have always been,
that your roots are stuck
in the muddy remnants
of what has not been?
Just once, reach your fingers
to the sky and call
my white cotton chariots
to carry me to you and storm
down upon your grandness
a deluge that washes away
your hard, gritty persistence.
Let go of yourself,
let go of your perseverance,
let go of all that you have
been standing for,
This time let it be me
that is your constant,
and get washed away
in the cycle
that is this life.

(Your roots are thirsting,
don’t you feel it?)

The Redwood and the Rain Goddess


Kansas City, United States

  • Artist
  • Artwork Comments 52

Artist's Description

Inspired by the fabulous Linaji and her inspiring poem Tenacity. Linaji is a huge source of inspiration and reflection for me on RedBubble, and I’m thrilled to collaborate with her and this marvelous piece of word weaving.


There is a certain muscle in his heart,
Tenacious as hell,
Resolve with a heady mix of
Obligation and duty
Spilling over
To a dance of postponement and restraint.

Yet a melding of dire consequences
That broke the camels back
Does not phase him
Situations that kill others hopes and dreams
Pass over him like duck water down his back

He may swim in murky waters and smell the fires
But he does not flee
No, he feathers his nest even more now,
He goes about the duty of deliverance.
He has responsibility to thank for his persistence
Continuity a road well worn by his journey
His only truth sometimes
Sustaining a position he burrows into
Roots growing fast and strong
Even if everything around him begins to rearrange themselves to a different set of beliefs
Revealing a different future
He remains a constant unto himself

And sometimes I think this will actually work
Due to unbending intent
The broken pieces will just be ground
Down to dust particles
And change winds will blow them away

What remains by his side is of his own doing
Scattered remnants of pain and pleasure
Leading the charge with flags flying
‘We bring you liberation and freedom’
However, in the charge there are many deaths and wounded inflicted by this Badge of honor
Worn with a mighty cause
His happiness or so it would seem.

That is the beauty however of this beating heart
This righteous army
Swelling round the wounded and the lost
As the dust settles and the ‘liberators’ are reaching out
With grace
Picking up the pieces with tenderness and tears

We are convinced sometimes perhaps it is best
To remain here
In the place where one was born
Where one was once happy and playing as a child
Remembering only the sweetness of growing up
In a neighbor hood that had many stories of joy and
So we take the liberators hand with a smile
Because now he has given us a piece of chocolate
With almonds
Something we have not had for a very long time.

Linaji 2009

Artwork Comments

  • Astoreth
  • ShadowDancer
  • linaji
  • ShadowDancer
  • linaji
  • ShadowDancer
  • David A. Everitt (aka silverstrummer)
  • ShadowDancer
  • carleysflux
  • ShadowDancer
  • poeticgenius
  • ShadowDancer
  • Druidstorm
  • ShadowDancer
  • JennyMac
  • ShadowDancer
  • linaji
  • ShadowDancer
  • Cassey
  • ShadowDancer
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.