Was it unwittingly a choice to sound in us an ancient voice ? Sought empathy with mortal fears to find so many eyes and ears ? Had breath across a gulf of time stencilled a shape to move my heart, as if my hand on his would rhyme to consummate a shaman’s art ? Had aeons lead me to the tree and brought me here, to think of thee as friend, in close proximity !
......................................... (‘ the tree ‘ Golgotha) from the mysticseed.
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