Even the tree of life is bound. Though it desperately reaches beyond the barrier, apparently so thin and harmless, it is still confined.
One would ask, "A tree is a mighty thing indeed. Why can it not just leap over the fence and drop it's seedlings on the other side?"
It has. With this pouring forth of a blanket of new consciousness, it is rendered barren.
Yet, the sign of woman is evidently drawn.
The seedlings will take with strong root.
The moon waits in it's indifference. The colors of movement, the world, the mind, and the imagination take their places in the orderly scheme of life.
Copyright © 2008 by m.m.sugar
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