The first tree

to shake love from your soul,  just like shaking fruit from branches…

it is freely given

and renewed with each passing season of rain.

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i shake again, to feast on a sweetness grown under the tender care of

conscious awareness, a hint of sour choice therein,

this tree is the origin of duality — the beginning of ‘yes’

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under the light of your deep rooted peace

i eat the pears, and the emerging blossoms too,

i look for my first cup of tea to soothe me in this eternal night.

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this tree has been growing longer than there have been stars around,

longer than time, earlier than the space that holds the sky,

so ancient, so primordial is this covenant of being

that each mouthful is overwhelming

and i know my senses are too still to express,

to ask the nuances and subtleties if its unconditional flavor.

this is abundance in its true essence