The Living Tree

When day
Dips down
Below
The ground
And water
Creeps up
Through
The tree and
Shadows distort
In between
The visions of
Life and
The dream
I’ll whisper
The Word
Silently
I’ll whisper
The truth
Violently to
Radiant with
The energy up
Through
The vine and
Make a slow
Climb within
The spine of
Wisdom divine
Toward the mind
Where illusion
Waits and
Darkness baits
Its frozen gates
With seven mates
Who procreate
The delirium of
Fostered men
Bathed in
Sin who
Cling to
The God of
Him and
Him but
Never them

This is
Where division
Begins in
The mind of
Weary men
Who keep
Watch from
Rooftops
To set their
Sights on
Whats not
Right and
Fight the
Good fight
In spite of
What intuition
Says love is

For them
That feel good
Feeling has
Been dead
Long before
The Word
Bled and
The final
Commandment was
Ever said to
Love your
Neighbor as
Yourself
For in
That commandment
Love is
Felt and
Intuition
Fed
Making
Swords and
Guns and
Bombs and
Tongues find
A bed with
Depraved men
Who seek to
Gain wealth on
The backs off
The meek and
Distort the
Truth of
All they see
In an attempt to
Finally break
Free of
Doing for
Others and
There by only
Do for
Themselves and
Cast out from
Heaven
Division’s bells
That ring through
The silence and
Ring through
The truth and
Echo a story
Where we
All lose
Our voice and
Our choice and
Our sight and
Our right to
Live within
The eternal
Light of
Purpose and
Love and
Guide us to
Be aware of
Truth of
Why we
Are here and
Why we
Should care

Instead we
Are all being
Used by
Men with
Plans to take
What is
Great and
Seal it
Behind
Illusion’s
Gate and
Keep it
Hidden
Out of
Sight so
Over time
We lose
Sight of
What is
Real and
What is
Fake of
What we
Should
Give and
What we
Should not
Take of
What is
Alive of
What is
A dream
Until
They have us
Living
Their dream as
We cease
To feel
The Word
Inside and
Only their voice is
What is
Heard and
We become
A sleeping
Herd of
People unable
To see what is
Real of
People
Trapped in
Illusion’s
Cell
Deafened by
Division’s
Bell

So rise
My children
Rise
My flock

Rise with
Living water
Thirst the
Spirit of
This desire
To be as
Life
Intended us
To be within
The spine of
Wisdom free
Flowing
Through
The love of
One who
Is existing
Above all
Listening
Through all
Healing
In all
Living by
The Word
In silent
Transformation
This truth is
Heard when
The day dips
Down below
The ground and
Water creeps up
Through
The tree and
Shadows distort
In between
The visions of
Life and
The dream
Remember
The one who
Sets you
Free
Rising as
Life—
One living tree.

CL Oct 2010