The Tree
The tree of death or life,
A duality of existence,
The truth is obvious to the transcended
but remains the same to the unchanged.
The tree of death or life,
The darkness and sunshine of the meadow,
The lifelessness and beauty of our journey,
So much lies hidden in this narrow realm.
Our weary bodies are cradled by the night,
While the soul journeys to various places,
Shadowed by the unseen.
The tree of death or life calls us.
Existence is a two-way path;
Slumber is the random movement of the soul.
This phenomenon is bidirectional,
For the tree of death or life is a marvel of the Divine.
April 25, 2025.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2025
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