My Tree

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There was a tree
A long time ago
Where I sat

And I promised
I would return
For just that

Worlds and miles
Gone in between
Now I go

To the beginning
After so long
To sit below

 

 

 

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Eyes Wide Shut

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To awaken is the goal
Another in a list
To do’s ticked off
One by one we move
Towards an end, the end

“We,” we say, meaning me
The obstacle grows
“Forget you,”
“I am on a path”
“I am right, you are lost”

And the arrogance remains
No one wants truth
Only their own; personal
Yet one remains ignored
Not joy nor bliss
As we wish

Crushing Truth; as is
Not wrapped in a bow
Raw, primal, obliterating
No return ticket given
And no path back

Words are cheaper by the dozen
Truth has no need
Open eyes never forget
And will never ask
“Are we there yet?”

Stoic

Nature Prayer

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Harbinger of souls
Carry me beyond
This Earthly caste

Above the forlorn
To rise, to see
Clear and open

Beyond the rabble
See the whole
Unmired from detail

Dark wing carry
Into the sun
Where all are one

Stoic.