She asked me about the Tree of Life!
And I told her that all the way through her,
She can be a tree. Ever growing, ever giving, free.
Oh, says the woman, I choose to be a pear tree
That’s the kind of tree that I would like to be.
And her trunk is made of parts of pear.
the pears she makes are made of her
Completely thoughroughly really. Exactly
purely, fully tree.
She imagines giving from the right and receiving on her left,
Every morning giving, every moment receiving, forever
Balanced and Connected to the giving in love.
imagine that the whole world lives in the humungous trunk
and that all we see is inside the tree of the living.
The world is being birthed and deathed every moment.