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.

Ilya Shambat
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