Joyous fruits I bear in my bewilderment, for I am the Tree of Life.
I am rooted so deep in mother nature that I am her, but they rather consume neighboring poison.
I stand up proud and strong…no sway, no cracks, or bend.
I tempt not but my knowledge is everlasting.
And if they would partake the energy of my harvest they would understand true satisfaction.
See they want the choice of, not the glory that I offer.
Negate my worth. Duality is what they’re after.
Demi gods are fostered in the illusion of power.
Choice is but an illusion.
All is predestined, they are, where they are suppose to be.
To choose is to give into cardinal parallels.
You see, I am not the author of confusion but the habitual spiritual connection.
My fruits bore never leave em guessing.
Curious is synonymous of temptation.
My 2-dimensional world gaze upon them changing…
In their self-righteousness, they have disconnected.
Fleeting spirituality, to them I become invisible.
With their choice, they feel invincible.
The truth is…I am the original.
Had they consumed my fruit
They would have everlasting youth
The heaven they seek is granted through me
But now are limited in their duality.
Separation of man and God introduced sexuality.
That euphoria is but a slice of Nirvana
Had they come to me, had they come to my roots
They wouldn’t have to spend a lifetime chasing paradise through mortals.
Joyous fruits I bear in my bewilderment, for I am the Tree of Life.
Tree of Life Chronicles
