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 

Wheels Within Wheels... Time Within Time . . .

Out of Darkness                                                                    

Links of truth let my tears shine through 

Where the angel roses flower celestial bright

From where the lilies of a wider field do rest

Rare blossoms there where ‘ere their hearts had dared

Pierced the rose by love in crystal drops  

From out of darkness where the light shines

For sight they see from blindness tinged with red

The truth from which every selfish heart is hid

Crushed the lily by love’s most tender hand

Wide the fragrant places where their flower died

From pearled valleys steeped in grief that found them first

Their joyous light from which the untouched flower hides

End of night let truth’s light from out of darkness rise

From the womb of dawn love opens stooped to hear

To comfort hearts that to her cry from all hurting places  

Kind her hid surprise in truth’s slant circuit laid

Cached of love in safety from the prudent and the wise  

Turned upside down the truth she hid in secret places

That none might read to steal she buried light in darkness

Foolish faith not cleverness finds decrease delight

 

Of love’s own prism split the fragments of the light

Weighed in measures none could fathom truth’s surprise

That in their going under babes could comprehend

And in their knowing nothing, find in loss the light

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New Wine . . .

      New Wine

We ran---we happy, freed captives---

Dancing with the Wind that carried us---

Running through the scalloped edges of the scarlet sea---

No lines to shore---

No sticky knowledge---

The old wine---gone---

Long gone---

And we, stripped and burned, new wineskins are---

Fashioned with the supple strength of eternal trust

Filled to overflowing with the wine of new life

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'I will bring the blind by a way they knew not; I will lead them in paths they have not known . . .'

     The Flowers of Sensennae                   

Of beauty he hid the ancestral homes of darkness

In places robbed of stairs the captured host

That lost of time and through every age of hope

The fragile few would have their broken fortunes spoken

Can he judge through the dark cloud?

How does he know that through darkness discerned?

Yet all the lovely flowers of Sensennae would die glad

If they took their loss as glory gladly won

By perfect counsel love through light revealed

Strength in weakness written in threads of black

So that loosed above each dove untied of lies

Went hurtling at the speed of light through Sky

Unveiling rapture long hid in mystery’s grasp

Sent in time’s fullness filled the earth

That those which in darkness sat have light

And find within their missing part their spirit met

Made one where ‘ere their battle fought was true

They won by that which before seemed backward

But forward turned the hard thing found a treasure

Safe their rejoicing found in themselves alone

When cast their pride they lost their former flowers 

Free of every hindering thing they flew

On silver wings each single dove renewed

In altared orbit free to fly where’ ere love took them

Shed with joy the lovely flowers of Sensennae

Man’s outer glories gladly lost for what will last

The brightest he had did fade away to nothing

When by endless life with love’s truth compared

     

Precious the more hidden joys within them

Though in thorn and briar the new would come

In drops of red love’s hurt did shine more real

And burn in them the flower that never fades 

Of everlasting petals bloom our borders

Of shining rainbow gems are built our walls

Black gates flung open to dawn’s crimson splendour:

All the lovely flowers of Sensennae seen no more

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Why was one lonely? ...Still were secrets hid, for love sake...

Out of Dry Ground                             

Still secrets hid which from ancient ages followed 

From fragrant clasps encased in darkest night

Wreathed in mystery’s keep which only babes can open

Doves of an ivory tower wrest the serpent’s stolen truth

A life which sings will from an inner stone emerge

Out of dry ground the sweet refrain of every stinging thing

No beauty there that was not glimpsed through pain

The despised who saw it with heaven’s stone kept tryst

In every weeping valley low love hid a door of hope

For the hurting her bounty of light’s ‘inside out’

Those cheated of an earthly calm would they find there joy

And that in truth abundance rare awaited their reward

In all unwanted gifts hid away the glory of the giver 

Of Pandora’s Box for selfish self’s desire nothing there

In esteeming each the outer of the inner gift were poor

The one we left the good part and life’s shaded joy

Who would see a harvest come of what we harboured

For those who for love died a feast out of dry ground

Delight and an inner hidden wealth of death and glory

And Everland our home in heaven’s days on earth

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The seed that must die for it to live . . .

‘Except a corn of wheat 
fall into the ground and die,

it abideth alone: 
but if it die, 
it bringeth forth much fruit.’

In calming the quivering earth---the watered seed---
Accepting the suddenness of its dreadful blessing---

Draws from it a sense of settled place---

In which---in secret---to swell---and then to split.

And the pressing darkness that had been upon it---
The veiling shroud---now understood: 
The essential part in its inner growth--- 

And the pain of the stretching was unto the uttermost.

The death of it for life must rend aside its earthen skin---

And the true dividing of its heart in two parts

That it might live that life---above---rooted below---
For another life---it had hardly dreamed of
And never seen.

Of what it might become---
It had no knowledge.
It could not see.

The lovely flower---its future destiny---
Un-imagined in such compacted darkness.

Yet the sun---reaching in---drew out its heart upwards
What it could not understand it trusted---
For all within---responded!
Moving beyond itself for joy of entering warmth. 

It is loving that matters.

                                   *

The Parting of the Sea . . .

'As if the Sea should part

And show a further Sea---'
- Emily Dickinson

It was as though the mystic beauty of even the natural realm

that we were so enamoured of... had parted...

and we were given a glimpse of what was beyond...

a 'knowing' of a far deeper realm of beauty...

terrifying...infinitely lovely...

because it was love.

But I saw the marvel was in the parting...

coming...in being dividing asunder...in my own midst...

that there was the road looked for 

but never been seen...until the piercing within.

It was there the seeing came 

revealing the two edges of the sea... 

and...the pathway...that was between...

and along it, through it... 

to the vision of what was beyond . . .

and beyond a red sea.

                                               *



                    [- from my memoir:  'Divided Asunder' ]