Tree Energy


Tree Energy


The Divine Presence of Everything
Ode to the divine presence of everything infinite and oblique; starfish grazing on green seasons and the end of tomorrow spanning the horizon, open ended and discreet How my eyes have turned inward on these lacunae of possibilities to spy on the essence of a human heart, with intent on it's apparel marching to the time that only God remembers How true the tears of sadness and vast the fields of joy tuned to the antennae of each new day, in famines, and in feasts we sing of memory and the essence of love, wrapped in the divine presence of everything From grains of sand to a universe of light we cannot fathom far, or plumb depths so deep in this field of starry visions, where, we trace the lacey wings of butterflies and bury treasures of almond, elements and spice From ancient copies of languages no longer sung to quiet nights of heart fires ablaze; how true the one pure mystery we cannot tame of how rememberance continue through time, and from within it too Ode to the divine presence of everything Infinitesimal and discreet; of wonders within cells, spirals within pasts, unwinding through a holy history where everyone comes to the temple of eidetic love to meet How we all follow one truth over cliffs of impassioned pleas for one pure glimpse of the true truth we seek How can this empathic emotion embrace? Where is the Rosetta Stone of the heart? The feelings that breed all art, and whisper culture into life's ear From one human hair, we weave patterns of multiplicities, in dreams that may, or may not come true, while others, watch over a temple of humankind where life and death hunger for a perfect union within a dove's cry mourning of leaves, wrapped like images of mummies in this divine presence of everything From furry beast that maims cumulocirrus air to spiralled petals, immaculate, and fuit so sweet in this field of desire all visions happen and retreat in a vast depth full of creatures and empty human fear From the future where words are crystalline and fair to the days of childlike laughter in between, How true the one pure mystery, runs through every soul, infinite and deep, how perfect each moment is, left unexamined there and within these holy places a single rhyme repeats to the divine and everlasting presence of everything Brett Emmerson Wyatt - 1997
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