Uncle Tree's House

Mother Earth: To God Knows Where

Uncle Tree — Fri, 25 May 2012 10:50:11 +0000

A very long delay there was between Genesis “Let there be light!”

and earthlings playing like God until they made it happen for real.

The body electric wired the planet en masse.

It’s like…to the entire Universe,

here was the Earth saying loud and clear:

“Can you see me now?!!!”

Yes! Someone’s going to see us. Cloak the Planet! Quick!!!

Somebody…please! We have no room for visitors!

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A Show Of Words

Uncle Tree — Sat, 05 May 2012 13:34:40 +0000

♣

This sightly show of words was quickly becoming a 2-story affair.

[ A tale of two notions broadly cast over one station ]

Mumbled confusion of the third degree

quadrupled the perils of free association.

Each word selfishly believed it was favored from the first,

for none feigned forlorn, nor were fool enough to form factions.

Old-fashioned terms simply displayed their square roots,

while fast-paced abbreviations shot from the hip!

~ Quaint and colorful phrases appeared front and center ~

(all discouraging words had been denied at the door)

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Though true, my view was skewed a bit, I knew one thing for sure,

the small, but certainly sexy terms had falsely been enhanced.

From time to time, or so it seemed, as time went steadily on,

fragrant symbols of grace breezed by to tickle my utmost fancy.

All the while, manly verbs were patiently lying in wait.

The rough and ready nouns took their place in the shadows,

wishing not to compromise, but to come to a happy conclusion.

After all had been said and done - I – the sole member of the audience

_ remained seated on both ends _

pondering over just how much I am over-used.

In a matter of m1nutes, the matter resolved 1tself

and I, no longer I, forgot what he had to say.

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A Whisper Of Artful Bliss

Uncle Tree — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 12:17:56 +0000

Artwork courtesy of Brent Funderburk

http://www.brentfunderburk.com/

Up in the clouds

Bubbling with enthusiasm

Floating on the laughter of the wind

Encased in a gleaming globe of florescence

I begin the slow descent back to earth

Drifting amongst a wide variety of wandering nomads

Mingling invisibly – clear of all discerning thoughts

I find myself suddenly able to tickle fancies at will

The thrill of randomly producing joy moves me to tears

A whisper of artful bliss signals the magnitude of the dream

~ After a few quick blinks ~

I awaken to a meeting with Destiny

Edging near to the threshold

Seeing eye to eye with the bottomless abyss

I come to realize why this might look dangerous to a mere passerby

To one who prefers to walk safely on paved sidewalks

Little do they know how fear can morph into intrigue with wings

There will be no falling without flying by the seat of your pants!

http://www.nps.gov/maca/index.htm

Mammoth Cave National Park

Saturday’s Mourning In Glory: Returning To Life

Uncle Tree — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 10:02:38 +0000

Entombed in the thickest of forests He laid,

donning a dark shroud of cool deadened leaves.

Limbs that once held the glorious weight of the world

were now, at the last, but scattered timbers on sacred grounds.

Branches that once shouldered the burden of the blame

had broken from the main, and still the vines held fast!

Everything for which He stood (a scheme inside a dream)

His crowning achievement (a sacrificial theme)

‘Twas all laid to rest beside the petrifying flesh of His ancestors.

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Many a number of trees in these woods were born of His seed.

Year after year, they continued to fill the avoided spaces with new life.

Surrounding Him now, one by one,

they began to pay homage to His grandeur.

The critters nearby crept forth in a slow procession.

The sun lightened its pace, whilst the raven kept his quiet,

keeping a keen eye on the softly landing white doves.

‘Twas the perfect mourning for the painful ~

exacting ~ moments to spring forth and

reclaim their royal birthrights.

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A Good Friday: The Uprising

Uncle Tree — Fri, 06 Apr 2012 10:22:53 +0000

Let us go, dear soul, for a stroll!

You help me sing my song.

Two loves the sound that makes a whole

when daybreak hums along.

We’re off to greet the morning sun,

salute a spectral sky.

Like dew, we’ll glisten just for fun

before our last goodbye.

Ascending now, slow and steady,

my eyes relay the scene.

Pick up the pace and get ready,

we know what this will mean.

Goosebumps and grins ~ the day begins,

a laugh under my breathe.

Run past mistakes and mortal sins,

then walk your soul to death.

The Crumbs Of Humility: A Total Reprising

Uncle Tree — Thu, 05 Apr 2012 00:11:51 +0000

The bread was broken

Torn to shreds in memory

We all share the grief

Water turned to wine

The future turned on its head

The gods turned their backs

One cup was not passed

One man cried, but not in vain

The Son felt the weight

Choice-less awareness

Willingly allowing this

Nothing left to lose

Leave it all behind!

Thieves? No longer bothersome

Rust? Not a problem

Worldly matters cease

The Son can shine without you

But you without Him?

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http://uncletreeshouse.com/2009/02/15/the-crumbs-of-humility/

(The Original : 5-7-5 Haiku rhythm)

Your Life Comes In Right Here

Uncle Tree — Sat, 24 Mar 2012 12:53:16 +0000

Your very own story is quite unique in itself,
but when you dare to go beyond –
the mystery of you becomes the magic in me.

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J C

A Dream On The Battlefront

Uncle Tree — Tue, 28 Feb 2012 21:34:04 +0000

My silent, but salient dream was very short. Like a minute, or so, it seemed. Date: 1200′s (?). Two lines of soldiers on each side – facing (mirroring) each other. No one had a shield. The front line men were all on one knee, holding their spears with the butt-end on the ground, shaft angling up to their head height. The men directly behind them (of which I was one on my side) were standing with one foot forward, holding their spears in both hands, parallel to the ground. The whole of the armor on both sides was of the same color – a darkish dull gold. I can’t say they were just like us because I could only see the backs of my brethren. They didn’t necessarily look like enemies, but they were the opposition. The men across the way (7-8 meters of barren land between us) wore chest plates and had mesh coverings over their arms and legs. The helmets were like metal skull caps. Bearded faces and mean-looking eyes were clearly visible. I was stationed at the end of the line – right side. I could only see 10 men, or so, across the way because the fellows on my left blocked my view. So I didn’t get (need?) a clue about how many there were in total. Suddenly, their front line stood, and they all charged at us. We stood our ground, and waited for them. I remember thinking to myself: “Am I supposed to throw my spear, or jab with it?” I didn’t know, but I raised my arm, ready to throw it. I looked to find a weak spot on the body of a man coming at me. I couldn’t see one. A second later, I freaked – dropped the spear, and turned in fear to run away. That’s when I awakened.

”Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” John 14:27 ~ In the realm of instincts, where self-preservation is foremost, shall we rely on luck and our survival traits to carry our bodily selves through life-threatening situations, or do we have the option of resting in God when everything surrounding us says, “DANGER! ACT NOW!”, and points to the immediate need to either fight or flee? Jesus rested in God when He turned the other cheek. One more slap in the face did not disturb His peace. Quite disturbing then, however, that he had a very human moment on the cross when He cried out, “My God, my God, for this I was kept.” Matthew 27:46 (orig. Aramaic text)

Who among us could rest in peace and surrender all when it would mean certain death? If given the option to flee, I’m afraid I would certainly turn and run in the hope of living for another day. There are times when peace is not the answer. I can’t rest in God when my adrenalin is running full-throttle. Can you? My instinct for self-preservation is obviously stronger and more important to me than the safety of my brethren. The last sentence, or last action taken, usually holds the answer to the problem the dream suggests. My answer seems to be: Peace comes when ye know ye can outrun the enemy. And/or Choose your fights carefully.

After researching armor, I see that the Norman helmets (minus the nose piece, 1160 – 1200 A.C.) come closest to what I envisioned. My dad’s side of our family goes back to Eleanor of Aquitaine and Henry II (great-grandson of William The Conqueror – who initiated the Norman Conquest). Was this dream a past-life regression? A friend of mine brought that question to my attention. Any thoughts, dear readers?

The Day The Sun Made Love

Uncle Tree — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 14:31:39 +0000

Is my lover’s heart on fire?

Is it burning with desire?

Does her passion leap in flames

at the mention of my name?

Oh, a love so sweet and pure,

(and for which there is no cure)

will blaze a trail that circles round

till loose ends meet on higher ground.

When at last God’s will is done,

my love and I will kiss the sun.

As two, we fought for love and won,

and by the fire we’ll melt and run

~ together ~

as one

forever!

Amen

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Image courtesy SDO/NASA

“Huge loops of plasma—superheated, charged gas—rise from an active region on the sun in a newly released picture from

NASA’s Solar Dynamics Observatory.

Each loop is as tall as several Earths stacked on top of each other. The plasma loops trace the sun’s otherwise invisible magnetic field lines, which rise from the star’s magnetically active regions—the starting points for huge eruptions of radiation known as solar flares.”

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An Awfully Lawful Miracle

Uncle Tree — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 12:02:53 +0000

“Once in a very great while, out of the devil-ridden chaos that dominates our mundane world, order presents itself in the form of seemingly meaningful coincidences. Through the ripped veil of the universal fabric, singularly particular events occur that may cause a person to question the ironclad laws of causality.” Uncle Tree

Everything that is was first imagined in the mind of God. Everyone imagines themselves to have a mind of their own. Somewhere in this mind we find our mind’s most valuable tool – our creative imagination. It just so happens that sometimes we are witness to mindful experiences that we ourselves did not intend, and over which we have no control. In my mind, psychic events such as these are just as real as events which transpire in the physical world – the reality outside ourselves. The coolest experience is when these two worlds collide. Carl Jung coined this term for such an event - synchronicity.

In regards to this type of miracle, I have experienced two extremely unusual events in my life that I consider miraculous. These were isolated occurrences, and I was alone both times. Neither of these events broke the known laws of physics, and in my opinion, it was the timing of these happenings which made the coincidences inexplicable.

As an independent entity who appears to have free will, I have every right to establish my beliefs, and my faith in a higher power, on my own personal experiences, no matter how far-out they may seem to my rational mind. These God-given magical gifts of love must be acknowledged. I can share my truth with you, but I cannot give you the self-same experience. I wish I could for that is my one wish for all of humanity. This old world desperately needs an undeniable miracle! I imagine it could happen. It would only take a moment – the right one.

God bless each and every one of you! Uncle Tree

http://uncletreeshouse.com/2009/05/15/fisher-of-mentality/

(This is one of my very true stories – put to rhyme)