Disbelief, my own believing
Chop down the Cherry Tree
Remembering’s deceiving
‘Til we find who we were meant to be
Another lifetime lost in dreaming
Another spent in fantasy –
A lie, which claims it is revealing
A lie who swallows you and me
Reality’s the tougher dealing
They feed us all these toxic seedlings
So find some kind of healthy healing
Turn off your flat-screen TV
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One foot steeped courageously
In all Life’s Deepest Mysteries
The other pulling desperately
Never quite releasing
Entrenched in sand – heavy, quick
Mud-like, glue-like, sticky, thick
I built this bridge brick by brick
Now I’m standing right on top of it
Straddling two different lands
One foot stuck, one foot free
At least I’ve got these hands
I dig on in; I loosen things
Attempting Hanuman’s mountainous leap
Disbelief was once concealing
The inner faith that I’ve been feeling
Experientially
Never keen on blind following
I’ll take Shraddha, please
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Illusion sheds
It burns away
I turn my face towards
Today
I whisper to myself —
I say, “Allow…allow…allow…”
“Look!” I exclaim, right out loud
To no one in particular
The Cherry Tree’s alive, I see
It stands quite perpendicular —
Blossomed, fragrant, heavenly
I taste the fruit it offers me
The truth of Life where it belongs —
Back inside of me