THE
PEAR TREE uprooted from
the earth
Branches thin and angular...
Roots dangling...
Moving in its transit through other
times
Receiving life suspended in rays of
sunlight
As it made its journey above the earth
Anchored in the ground of dreams . . .
All it bore was filled with the light
which gave it life
The fruit of perfect answers past and
future ever present
Given to the winged who partook where
were
No laws to bridle life . . .
Nothing could limit what it could be,
or do . . .
This tree replied to dreams no man ever
knew he dreamed
*
A Cradle Of Innocence
A
CRADLE OF INNOCENCE
A calming place in confusion
Perceiving what the dream winds blew .
. .
In the moving of the pear tree
In its transit through time . . .
A loosing of its leaves . . . news of a
far country . . .
The essence of things hoped for being
whispered out . . .
The underneath pulsing through . . .
The lover and the loved being one the
leaves of the tree
Were medicine
Of all the leaves that were loosed . .
. and the scattered
Cradles of peace they bred . . . in
news of home . . .
None were so vital as those they could
not understand
None so full of glory as those from
which they turned away
*
-From: ARKIAHH DREAMING; The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume 3
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