faint divine sun dances
between trees and branches
falling upon my fig tree
open my rib, set my heart free.
~and all our fingers,
all our veins,
each are branches of a mission.
and with life we wrinkle,
with age we sacrifice fertile freedom. enlightment keeps us alive
like the nurturing water.
but immortality?
fig is the fruit of realization, as golden wisdom rays bless you, forever.
immortality is
in the wisdom of mysteries.~
fig is a wise man
sitting on a vast, ancient land.
his eyes seem to find something,
in the secrets mist held.
~and you search
all fountains,
all cups,
yet you found it in a lake.
and never,
never so immortal you were,
so thirsty for truth.
fig blessed you,
like the early morning sun rays.
your heart was never so exposed, never so ******,
never so touched...~
under her fig tree.
i had a fig tree, on a big field where gods set my soul free.
