Tree of Knowledge

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She found herself by the river. Ancient story, not his but hers. She held onto the sky and tended branches, like gardens. She rested and time wandered restlessly, only pausing for passage. Her feet were rooted and mud-bound, slippered in slime.The river washed past and presented a future that mocked the moment. Still she held on to the edge.

 

The forest knows…

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Shh, tread lightly,

The forest knows.

The Gods and Goddesses remain,

Eyes fixed,

Ready for flight.

 

Shh, listen carefully,

The earth is waking.

The warriors in action,

Arms raised,

Ready to heal.

 

Shh, feel deeply,

The heart is beating.

The branches connect,

Leave nothing,

Ready to love.

 

 

 

Dawn of No Reason

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Take note, said the Mountain, crossing the brink. Remember each moment is perfectly timed. The Forest remembered the call of the dreaming and swayed to the window of possible endings. Oh sighed the branches, we’re stuck on this theme. We want to evolve and toss off this dream. What say you, the fallen fingered her fleshness. We want to know reasons, sang beetles in hiding. I know the answer the grass replied smugly. Listen and breathe, the sun beat down softly.

She is faceless, nameless, unaccountably wild. Wandering, wondering, sweet inner child. Holding, cradling, earth in her bones. Woman in fullness, knowing her crone. Goddess and temptress, hands in the dust. Knowing the mysteries of loving and lust. Baring her soul, exposing the core. Not only human, she’s totally raw.

The ground shuddered quietly and groped at the reason. There’s nothing to know, sang the leaves on the ground. It’s all deep connection that decays and replenishes. And all has no purpose and finds it’s own season.

 

Le crepescule

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I catch the last rays of sun,

Of the last moment,

Of the eternal suffering.

 

Pavement glowing with anticipation,

Forward motion.

The crouching shadows,

Impotently grasping,

At impossible return.

Every step a fierce affirmation,

Of possibility,

Beyond the frame.

 

I catch the first rays of sun,

Of the first moment,

Of the eternal happiness.

 

photo ©Jeni McMillan