FRUIT TREE

The tree gives and receives unconditionally...
All in the name of the root...
And so with the root to the earth...
Tis so with the earth, to the Earth...
A system of all systems...
Aye, but a pain it is...
A tea bag containing but a part of the bush...
How can it colour the source of all water...
How can a true taste by man be had...
How can a true taste with mind be perceived...
The spirit describes not itself as it has no words...
It is only by identification...
Tis this way we know there is a fruit, with a source...
A source that never parts with its own manifestation...
Extending itself into all things...
The work is always the same, distinct and separate...
Tis an herb of immortality and poison...
All in the same leaf and the stem...
But he that drinketh the blood and abandon the flesh...
He becomes all things...
Knowing not a one or a two...
He knoweth not anything outside of the whole...
And as the saliva mixes with the nectar...
She rest happily in her temple...
All sustained by Him...
Beyond any complicated union...
Tis an arranged marriage from birth of all...
But not accepted until he reaches the holder of the house...
And cultivating the land...
He continues the work...
That of planting fruit seeds...
For the children...


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