Planting a Tree Oneself

 

Sunrise, April 8

Wonder how many have written

On planting a tree

Oneself sifting soil

Grain by grain, 

Brushing back leaves of the ancestors, 

Temporarily extracting stones—

They’ll hold the borders—

For sugar sap to rise years hence 

As memories too rise up—

Perhaps across to that other world 

For those who planted sweetness 

They’d never taste—

Here. Take this falling leaf in,

Your current, and read/write 

Revelation from your own digging/

Planting. 

One self cannot separate other, indeed cannot know the Unknowable but better leans toward, falls, fails into. Yearning tries to complete the true-self yet succeeds when holding open access to and from the Source. The self/other dynamic frustrates and celebrates being/becoming. 

“The incarnation of the divine in the human is the disappearance of transcendence in immanence… ‘The Kingdom of Heaven is a condition of the heart…something that comes at every moment and at every moment has not yet arrived.’”    [p. 60, Mark C. Taylor, Nots; quoting Nietzche, The Will to Power, Kauffman, trans. p. 98-9]

Yearning, grief, desire, mystery—such forces carry the energy to move beyond the known, to transgress the limited self that’s too bounded by reasons, prohibitions, dogma and/or bones. Spirit goes mysterious ways out past right/wrong, either/or, heaven/hell…

Late afternoon, Apr 5