The Pear Tree . . .

                                                       1.)    IN THE DREAM OF THE PEAR TREE

The Pear Tree and the Sun 

THE PEAR TREE uprooted from the earth

Branches thin and angular...

Its 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

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2.)   IN THE DREAM OF THE PEAR TREE 

The Bridge to Everland

  

IN A THING of love, nothing but wonder

A breath of home in believing the impossible

You had found the bridge to Everland...

The spread of its gossamer threads

In hidden leaps of silver...

And the space of time it took

For the bridge to be extended along the leap

One single fearless heartbeat on winged feet

It could take you, from here to there

And to where the pear tree was

Inside the place of answers tucking you in

Enfolding you in holds of whispered love...

For at least a few seconds...

Ecstatic lifting second-sight, knowing you

Had seen...

For these were... live...

And so, lived always, never forgotten

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3.)   IN THE DREAM OF THE PEAR TREE

  

Wheels Within Wheels

TIME WITHIN times where was no time

Wheels within wheels

Moving in four directions all at once

Where the priceless fruit of perfect answers were

Myriad returns of lost things found

The heart’s first dream and least hope was

Seen and dwelt there

In all the pear tree’s travels to distant places

And other times

Ground by windmill stones beside the sea

Those tiny pips in pairs the pear tree grew

My answers lost and found

Made bread and meat

And I saw what it meant to be loved in the lover

Taken with him there, where life was

Bruised and crushed for the food of life

 

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                                From an eight part series of ragged writings within: 'ARKIAHH DREAMING; 
                                The Ragged Writings of Everland;' Volume Three