The golden tree, The Tree of Life - Into its shadow I will dive And feast upon the blessed fruit Then dig until the very root. Inside the root I'll find the seed And share it with the ones in need: The tattered hearts and spirits torn - Between the sundown and the morn, Between the wisdom and the bliss Is found the fearsome abyss. In savage light I'll find the day And wait for love to burn away Then conjure till the heart of Is Corrodes and scatters - then the breeze Will take away the Adam's feast - As far as west is from the east Will be the cause and the effect - Between the impulse and the act Between the method and the end Will stand the rainbow. In the land Of blind, the one-eyed man is king; A condor with the broken wing Will feel the presence of the light To set himself again to flight. And as light beams through all the earth Will be dissolved all remorse, Will be forgotten all the sins - And condor with the broken wings Will soar again, and all the blind Will see with vision of the mind The one in all, the all in one - The life-tree blooming in the sun. https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry