reach out ye white antler antennae up to the succulent sky tree teach me how to always be growing, spreading finger branches high teach me roots teach me the hidden why of the fruit of not every leaving is to die, tree reach out ye white antler antennae and blossom me into life
Dear My Is Earth and heaven between Balance reaching, harmony creating Connection finding roots and branches Generations, many expanding blessings Joining in the Oneness The Oneness in joining. Blessings expanding many generations. Branches and roots finding connection. Creating harmony, reaching balance Between Heaven and Earth is My Dear, Tree of Life.
Each of us carries an arc and covenant within our core. It is connected through the River of Life that flows from Heavenly Father through us and on toward the heart of Mother Earth. They each send life force energy from above and from below, respectfully, joining together within our personal Arc and Covenant , whirling and dancing as one, creating a center point between them. A zero point, where there is infinite peace, a place where within our heart we stand in the Spirit; within our own personal universe. When we stand within our infinite peace and carry it with us; we stand whole; as a Spiritual being; a Hu-man being.
A leaf sings it’s own tale for you, in symphony with the delicate branches of your veins, as you lie there and hear the music you once had sought to hide, you wished to write about it, rather, you closed your eyes, for the ones, as you, who struggled to reveal their words are the ones with the deepest wells of feeling, you, who was once amongst those in the sea of nothing, sung your song and found a drop akin to their own, and so, you and them were no longer a blur.
There is no time left in my life For fitted dreams and windless sheets For trees without low limbs to climb For years without ever seeing the sea
There is only that which stands here between The hopes The plans The quiet dreams
And yet I find, in the eyes of mind and present being — And for the sake of those who walk beside That there ought to be more in me to find
A verse about searching. About the realization of moving and time passing. People changing and the earth spinning.
Or a shorter title for this would probably just be "urgency" since there's a definite twinge of that within these words. The immediate desire to leave and better yourself. To be free and let go, moving on from all of your prior shortcomings. Because shortcomings ****. But time certainly is ever ticking.
And why between, you may ask? Because the earth beneath is what grounds us flat with it's gravity. And I was looking up at the time. Walking Beneath the Branches of Realizations.