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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Tree That Overlooks the Loch
[time] => 2012-01-13 14:18:08
[hometext] => A poem that I wrote whilst on solitary retreat in Scotland at the end of the year
[bodytext] => To the tree that overlooks the loch I asked "Do you exist? I fear not. The bark of your branches is speckled with times imperfections And reflections of the weather you've weathered And the birds that you've feathered Why time itself is measured Here in your lot But the young sapling you were I can not find Nor the darling leaves That are of the kind That summer lays abundent on your limbs To fragrance the mind Of the travellers you shelter Or the idle passer by Such as I Even as I stand and stare I see there you shed another darkened ember Shunned to the cold earth of a dying December And so the question, if you remember You dont exist as the sapling or seed of your youth Thats the truth and its the truth that I need Nor do you exist as the beauty of spring Or as you were last season or even last week Why, your not even the same tree as you were when I started to speak! What is there of you that I can name As the tree that over looks the loch And so I ask "Do you exist or not?!" "And who is asking?" came the reply "It is me! It is myself! It is I!" "Well if thats true and it is indeed you, Then I exist as much as you do If what your seeking is the truth The hairs on your head Are not the hairs of your youth The skin on your face Bares little trace Of the scratches and scrapes You bore whilst blind And not only that, also this will you find- Your not even thinking with yesterdays mind! I tell you the truth As its the truth that you seek Your dont exist as the very same As when I started to speak! On hearing the truth of the wise old tree Not another word was said But silent were we And just as the ever changing weather We sat there not existing Not existing Together [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 62 [informant] => spiritbody [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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