The
trees knew...
Their
watering streams
Had
told them of it...
Brightness
in the air above
And
all around
Fragrant
breaths in the low dew
Of
the ground...
A
brief turbulence in jars of nectar
Breaking
out in sweetness
Passing
beyond any prickling...
The
sting of death swallowed up
In
new liberty
What
had not entered mind
Had
entered spirit... and the sign
Melting
in the sunlight...
Was
pouring through the forest
Hints
of it playing in the music
The
streams had gathered from
The
air, the dew, and the nectar
Watering
the living trees
Teaching
them knowledge
Infusing
them with the hid wisdom
It
had come... it was there...
But
still they could not see it
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