Do we really know what goes into
forming a tree?
Millions, billions of tiny material beings
guided by the intelligence
of a greater being.
The Tree spirit conforms to a
beautiful design
with every part in place.
Exhausted, confused, and sad
I sit under the branches of my dear friend.
As I blend with the soft, calm, radiance
of the tree spirit,
it’s rhythmic presence quiets me
and I feel my heart healing.
The Word descends
Upon the square of Matter
And the Vine is born.
Standing on a precipice
of my own making,
I call out to the vast
and beautiful unknown
for the way forward
to be known to me.
I find myself in a landscape
of ancient temples,
and relive the presence
of a wise being.