I bend my head along the silver line of tree
As the branches raise to converse with the sky
As the snowdrops raise from deep flavoured womb to pierce the earthly face
For they come of Dragon's song
And he is the heart of fire soiled world
Harp Lord and Selenite God
From his stone dripping tears
Life is burned in a spectre of ultramarine
Ghost like and dreamful
A cool ivory of scarlet eye
Quievering rosebud and peony
Bleak and barren of sorrow
In a flame of exquisite and grotesque
I sit under this crooked tree,
The branches twisted crookedly.
And while I stare up at the pure white sky,
I ponder over love and life.
So as I sit under this crooked tree,
The limbs all bare, a shape strange as can be,
I wonder if it's all a lie.
For surely it can't look like this when I die.
The breeze steals unsung notes
off aching branches. The tree
agonizes writing scores.
Stark trees on the hill line
intertwine with the sky
Their branches be parted
bent by the wind
Sourced from a height
Wet doesn't quit
No gold in sight
at ten degrees
Given what is seen
only green grey and white
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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.
of your veins,
as you lie
for the ones,
as you, who
those in the
sea of nothing,
found a drop
akin to their
own, and so,
you and them
were no longer
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 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.
Weep not for the forest of my loneliness, for I am surrounded with branches of inspiration.
Woe not for the canopy that casts darkness, for friendly shadows are all I choose to see.
Fret not for the rooted path of my existence, for in the woods is the only time I'm truly free...