Selections from This Tree

VICIOUS CYCLE OR VIRTUOUS CIRCLE?

It takes all kinds

In all places

At all times

In all spaces

To make change

And rearrange

The broken things

Into useful rings.

The growing pains

That strengthen chains

Are ours to choose,

To rightly use

Or wrongly abuse.

What choice will you make?

To give what you receive

Or to merely receive what you take?

IN BETWEEN

Raindrops pelt the earth

Unto the river's currents

Hastening the sea

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Ultraviolet rays

Coalesce among the sundered

Life that cannot sense

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Leaves of many hues

Dance in the whirling currents

Of breath long exhaled

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Snowfall in the dark

Collects in each black crevice

Melts away unseen

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Time passes without

Regard for what lies within

Best live in between

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This collection of Haikus is also a Burning Giant song, a demo version of which you can listen to for free here:

http://burninggiant.com/

THIS TREE

Love is a tree, and grief the fruit that it bears. For we grieve the loss of those we love. The fruit grows, and falls away, away to soften and become one with the hard ground. Then the seasons roll on and the fruit returns, ripening into this bittersweet soul sickness, this eternal recurrence of joy and woe, this magnificent harvest, this life-giving rot. When my own grave beckons, how many times will I have plucked this fruit and eaten it, savored its juices, lost myself in the recollections that spill over in the already brimming cup of my heart?

I hope that I too can be someone's reason for going on, even after I am no more. Hope rests solely in that my struggles may not have been vain, that the light of inspiration may dawn in new eyes—that the Chalice of the Human Heart may overflow with the bygone juices that are made of hallowed memories. It is all that I have to give in the way of charity and light in this lost world, this dark age; but I can not know the outcome. I can only live until the end of my days, tending this tree.