I want to hold you through your everything, my love
Through thick and thin and highs and lows
through everything the wind brings in and knows
it won’t be overmuch for us to overcome, by Jove
Never more than we can handle
‘Tis according to the Lord
Zealous passions, oh, they dangle
ever since you got my gourd
That the course is never-ending
is a given we shall learn
Never breaking ~ ever bending
is this love above the curve
“C’mon! C’mon!” she sang.
Spontaneity, not my strong suit,
gently urged me to change my usual tune.
Whether it’s a change for the better
or a change for good, or both, and more…
this transformation I am undergoing
has required the best in me
and I surrender unto it.
I surrender unto love,
unto a love my heart knows well.
So well, my intellect scarcely understands
the heart’s acknowledgements.
My will followed this directional change
as if it knew the heart better than I
and I am willingly losing my grip for first love.
— Uncle Tree
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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!
♥
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
Uncle Tree's House 