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After I wrote this I was like wow. sweatdrop I think alot about the world and how everything realtes to everything else. I wonder if that's healthy. Or does everyone else just not care? Please read and comment if you like. I like feedback. smile
6/18/08 The Tree of Knowledge I hope you believe.
I always seem to walk the line,
Not walking straight nor walking to the right or left of the line,
Always in the center so I can see everything on both sides,
My mind knows nothing when I walk the line,
I cloud over getting lost in a surrounding haze,
My own protective bubble just waiting to break,
All I see and all I know is the line separating me,
It’s never the fight between good and evil,
But of the fruit produced from the tree,
The tree of life that grows inside me,
So delicate and safe the stable ground it lies upon,
Cradling it in a protective way,
A way only those who nurture can,
Loving arms holding everything in,
It controls my actions and tells me what I need to live,
Still no line and still no fight for good,
One fruit in tones of warm colors,
Firm to the touch and shine like the mid morning sun,
The other in shades of colors so dull they blend in with the dirt below,
The squish in your hand and never seem to ripen,
But the taste is better than anything your lips have ever graced,
Not even those of your lover, whom you can never replace,
One fruit so humble but scornful to meet the eyes,
One so delicate and more desirable than all the rest,
Still no line and still no fight for evil,
No one has ever seen my tree,
Nor have they ever even felt the soft leaves sprouting from every branch,
I see no reason for them to have the chance,
No reason for them to become less ignorant of what’s growing inside each of us,
The rage inside so powerful to keep the compassion away,
So demanding of the mind to keep the knowledge unknown,
They’ll stop at nothing to keep everything they’re own way so close to home,
A mind so closed and shut off to all of humanity outside,
So prejudice and mislead to look away from all observation they’ve come to find,
They loose themselves amongst they’re own tree,
Lost among the branches of hidden discovery,
Trying to find a reason to live,
They’re loose everything tying to forgive,
Still no fight between good and evil,
Only the fight between those who choose to really see,
Open their minds letting they’re tree break free,
A line draws them together,
You have to stay in the middle to believe,
A fight with ego,
Between what you choose to see,
Between the fruit produced from the tree,
You’re always waiting underneath,
Looking for the focus,
To stay on the line weather you’re in the middle or somewhere off to the side,
I always seem to end up in the middle,
With no one by my side,
It takes courage to not hide.
 honk4Peace · Sun Jun 22, 2008 @ 09:22pm · 0 Comments |
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