The Hello Tree

Hello tree, it’s me I’m still today but I don’t often be Here in my place quietly contemplating myself unable to see The nature of you as…

Apr 14, 2018

Hello tree, it’s me
I’m still today but I don’t often be
Here in my place quietly
contemplating myself unable to see
The nature of you as you stand outside
My kitchen window occupying the void
The space between me and you
Where there is nothing real
Only illusion to
The world of form where we both lose
But regain again if we so choose
The things we lost if willing to wait
For the void to visit by our laboured gait
As it always does, never to end
Please tell me tree, will I amend?

Hello tree I envy thee
You know that not yet known to me
It hidden from me, beyond my sight
Beyond the chaos, and too the fight
Something I know but just cannot find
It lives in you, right?
Are we but one of a kind?
I think we are please say it’s so
For in this world I can barely go
Another day in this charge
Been given me without disparage
That I must hold, alone here
Until that day when all becomes clear

Hello tree, please tell me so
There cannot be much more to go
For me until I realise
I was loved by that which underlies
The world I made in my will to live
And gain the spoils rather than give
A second to that great love of mine
Which I forgot, which was lost in time
And now there is I and just you tree
Please tell me what is to be
Now all is silent, my heart bereft
Just you and me, there’s no one left
Hello tree, tell me it is true
Tell me what I always knew
You were I and I was you.

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I’m Larry G. Maguire, writer and artist from Dublin, Ireland. I write Sunday Letters weekly for my growing readership. You can join them here. I’m working on a non fiction work called The Artist’s Manifesto, due out May 2018. I’m also working on a YA Mythological Fantasy based in Ireland.

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