The Racing Tree
By Myra Lochner
... and then it appears: a silhouette against the sky a trembling Dream clothed in the darkness of Light a reflection from a hidden Monitor his thoughts flowering stars shimmering against the Truth from which he sprouts: this man-tree exquisitely growing from the Depths to be freed against blue skies in an exfoliating race with the wind This is the better way to the heart of Awareness: this joyous journey passing Thrills of the Thunderous Echo's which shiver through the veins of the Heavens This path is a beam of Ecstasy like a singing stream of leaves; singing with the voices of a choir of stars nesting in branches Oh to love a Love which was never loved before; to feel a virgin-desire never desired before like forgotten petals waiting for the sun to kiss it into fullfillment ... to nourish petals growing on this Tree with its invisible shadows contentedly in its Nothingness ... shedding leaves like droplets from Venus myra Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 05:29 PM PST, Myra Lochner 10 • 0 • 8
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