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From Birth to Death, pierced by the Burning Present
The inevitability
of this moment…
Its movement
a sharpened blade
a spike that drives inside you
carries the seed
of all you need
With growing roots
and growing trunk
into the past and future
Traces a lifeline as a dance
a winding helix in a trance
opening worlds between its folds
the portals to peer into
The scales
of Seed of Life, unhatched
and Death’s untold conclusion
are balanced as they should be
Woven as they are
Not needing your permission
The pivot point immoveable
and therefore
ever-stable
you travel to and fro between
the dream that hasn’t yet been seen
the memory that still stays haunting…
And always at your centre point
the source of all that is you
the axis of the world is turning
From Birth to Death
from dawn to dusk
from thought to form
This Tree of Life-like-dagger piercing
you as ever
yearning
fixed into the burning…
Present.
