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Stealing a glance under my branch,
I spied a green-eyed lady,
as if, by Chance, or Fate’s romance,
she found me cool and shady.
I heard her sigh for times gone by,
her breath grew slow and steady.
I knew not why, but in her cry,
old tears stood at the ready.
Releasing all, the rain did fall
on ruddy roots and timber.
Like thunder calls that break down walls;
like leaves turn in September.
Many humans ago,
a solid-state baton passed on
to the second generation of children.
Now, our children pass on a rolled up scroll
that houses nothing less than the emptiness of Soul.
It is chock-full of science, knowledge, reason, and logic,
but totally void of meaning and a common sense of direction.
I Am The Creator
Lord One Of The Universe
Thank God! Someone finally found me!
You were expecting
a manly King?
Or a gorgeous Queen?
My Passion speaks for Itself
~ Natural Selection ~
outdid me this time
So I let it be.
GOD
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Photographs courtesy of Maria Firpi
▲ Uncle Tree ▲
Passion selects you!
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At the center of it All
In the midst of every rainbow
the one World Axis — blacker than black
Deeper than Deepak
~ Insidious Dark Matter ~
from which there is no escape
Only the light of day remains
cloistered
In clutches of color
we spin and risk
everything
Walk my wooden planks
Be held in suspense midair
Let go of your grasp
Steal a glance below
You will feel your need for me
The wind will pick up
Steadily you’ll swing
Dance in a dervish two-step
Sway to go beyond
Some of us don’t have to chase some inner child.
Some of us are that child-at-heart, and with that child
we will never part, because we define harmony.
Uncle Tree's House 