Tree


In the absence of time and place, compassion takes control and guides the way further down the path.

The tree taken from the land has become a symbol wrapped in white lights and ornate glass painted bulbs.

The tree spins and dances beneath the rising moon and in that darkness leaving here, I run into and ask to be taken with.  Not now is the response, and I return to the tree and offer my respect in prostration.

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