Trees We Climb Upon

Trees We Climb Upon

Climbing like a child of the limbs
destined for visions of grandeur
Roots aspire to push growth , above and beyond ,
from the bed rock of grounded beginnings

Insatiable anticipation rising recklessly
Intention expanding further than unknown pinnacles
Destinations sought with blind hope
seeking indivisible unseen new horizons

A place where nature’s magnificent trunks evolve
into the branches that stretch
out into the infinite universe,
providing a guiding stairway extending beyond the heavens

Where the union of compatible spirits
manifesting buoyant thoughts,
illuminate dreams,
beyond the obscure threshold into oneness

Uncertainty blurs an elevated labyrinth passage
through branches and limb’s web of intersections ;
weaving a pathway leading to the next step forward
towards the summit to unveil the vague clarity

Breathing in the subsistence of faith
with an unnoticed yet freshly awakened fervor
Exhaling an essence of glowing hope
while groping for the next higher branch   

Manually ascending through disappointments
bearing the careless burden of wild hope
Aspiring to grasp branches never reached
while searching for unimaginable heights

Insensible understanding yields doubt ;
knowing slick branches have broken before
from far too heavy of a load to bear
Freely falling from the hidden places
where trees lean into the sky

Owls chatter through the winter night
As day breaks, increasing sunlight radiates
upon the slippery mossy bark adorned ladder
leading sky-bound by daylight

" Oh ancient spirit of the soul of all trees "
" Please don’t let the child of the limbs
slip and fall from your amazing grace "
Awakening ... is expecting to fly ~

Harlon Rivers ... February 7 th, 2013