Thursday, 16 October 2014

Jacob's Ladder and the Dead Tree

I went walking in the twilight
Where all was full and free
Where half the light was edged in sun
The other half in moon

The tide was flowing in and out
And on it, brought a tree 
Stark naked dead and bare, floating 
Its branches stuck up in the air

Wherever I turned to look
There a small dead tree
I saw dead trees – everywhere
And all along the harbour path

Four times I saw the barren thing
Beside the water’s edge
And four times I deeply wondered
What had become of me?

So strange to see a similar thing
Wherever I chanced to look
But I knew the heart of Love
Was speaking in me

Of all ascending and descending:
My spirit’s ‘spinal cord’
Jacob’s ladder there
As my own thoughts step up and down

My way first easy then is hard
But once I am perplexed
Then all easy once again
For where I didn’t know, I knew

Ever my own deceiver
My first name is in easy ways
Not liking hard I fall and rise
According to what I will of me, give up  

Only my understanding taken 
Can be brought to me anew
At the point I am split in twain:
Two-edged renewed
 
QUOD PETIS HIC EST:
What you seek is hard
That for which I ask:
The hardest thing of all!

To go against my lust for knowing
To set myself at nought
And to stay there
All in joy!

To step back from the easy way
To do nothing but believe
Oh, what I seek is hard
Hard!

To bear the affront
Of having my knowledge
Annulled 
And not to be sad!

To have only what I cannot see or touch
That in my dying live!
To gain the prize of life never won of self
What I seek is hard!

QUOD PETIS EST FACILE:
What you seek is easy
That for which I ask
It is the easiest thing of all!

To do nothing
That I might understand what I can’t
To do nothing but float in joy
Where I was nought!

To stand still in the hard way
To only believe it easy
What I seek is easy
Easy!

To delight in the sting
Of finding my knowledge squashed
To be happy in having the reality
Of only the seeming nebulous

To live in my dying
And of love receive a new name
What I seek is
Easy!

THE DEAD TREE SAILS ON . . .





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