Cypress
The Cypress stands still against
the creaking and crumbling foliage
the Cypress is cautious in the
continual wind. It's two
main branches keep the thousands
of others aloft and in dreamy
comfort, the wind singing
a woodland lullaby of a few
dozen notes. One of the branches
spoke to the other. I am the
law, the jurisprudence, the
physical path to the Way. All
follow my edicts and directions
for I am the first branch
seen by the travelers. All
know my ways, emulate me!
The other large branch, swayed
in agreement to what the other
had spoken. Indeed you are
important, it is however sad
that most pilgrims on the
Way, do not know me at all.
For I too lead men along
the path, being the internal
teacher of the Way. The Heart,
inner dimensions, and the
feelings of the soul are
my lessons. Some know me
by many names and some
emulate me. However
some wish to cut me down
and just focus on me, while
others wish to sever me
and burn me, reduce me to
nothing more then an ashen
memory. Both large branches
sighed a breezy sigh, praying
that all along the Way
would remember them both.
That this journey you need
both External/Internal, Law/
Spirituality and Mind, Heart
and Soul only with the full
picture, will the vision be seen.
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