We could all gather and write sacred poetry at night using our single, unique words. There would be no judgment; the secret of each person's word holds no potential for critique. The universal concepts and terms of love and fear are spoken, of course, and wrapped around this poetry, neatly wound within the fibers of love and fear, is our uncommon word, the singular phrase, the definition for which only we know.
A gentle breeze arrives, then departs without even a trace. It is unlike the wind causing the maple across the street to dance wildly. Instead, the tree is losing itself, and the wind is helping.
Perhaps it is the invisible hand of God that pulls the strings of the maple tree.
Maybe it is an angry god. A God that cannot stand the beauty that they have created.
Perhaps they are at a loss for words to describe their creation; a god who never predicted this, never understood the forces that might act together, might exist in unison.
The wild tree freed itself in the wind. The wind gives itself away to the tree. The two combine in tumultuous harmony never before seen.
Any creator would become speechless.
so what now? Just a tone
no words would come forth
how could they
God would speak in tones like us
God has three words
just as they gave their creations three words
one for love
one for fear
and one just for us - one for each being
a secret word that holds every meaning that is beyond all words
it contains everything that lacks description
like the tree with its wild branches
maybe that tree would be a fantastic combination of all three sounds
a blend of love, fear
and a word summarizing everything
a word that genuinely holds everything
everything that is without reach
everything that is beyond all
all that is all
The maple, however, only dances in the daylight. At night, It sends its sacred movements to the earth, down to its roots. With dusk's arrival, the rustling branches become quiet and still. Down, down, down, the energy goes.
The roots tremble. They curl up and then spread outwards under the grass coverage, under the pavement, bypassing the foundations of houses, pushing and extending outwards - forever beyond.
In this place that humans will never truly understand, their roots mingle and drape over one another's. Under the earth, their arms are striving and desirous. During the day, they show the world their leaves and branches and the beautiful intricacies they have housed within their leaves and bark. At night, they pull their energy inward and down into the earth. There, they entwine themselves in an energetic orgy.
the maple was old
it was no longer a tree that danced wildly in the light of day
it was old and tired
having spread too far
it had reached out with those sacred branches far into the vastness
the expansive journey that all trees embark upon
both with stems and roots
to the worlds above
to the worlds below
I reached out once and put my hand on the old maple's face -
on her face
I could feel her tiredness
she had learned all she could
then took the knowledge and passed it onward
spreading it through the pathways
letting it move to the other trees
and in turn, they sent it out to other trees
the great passage of knowledge
I could feel her exhaustion
to what dept
does their knowledge pass
humans will not understand this -
not yet, at least
we are not ready
the tree no longer danced in the wind
the breeze no longer moved her
when I reached out and placed my hand upon her sacred body
why are you not dancing
why are you not dancing like your brothers
why are you not dancing like your sisters
to which she replied
they are dancing because of the knowledge I have given them
they are dancing because of the visions I have given them
let me be now
let me be now
she kept repeating
come to me every night
every night you will rest here on the earth
you will strip
allowing your naked body to press to the ground
I will use the last of my energy
the last I have
to give you the knowledge and visions
i had no words
my mind filled with every question I could not ask
every desire I wanted her to fulfill
come to me
rest upon the cool earth of night
and take this energy I want to pass on to you
then I will leave