5.) Of The Split, The Crevice In My Centre

Of the split, the crevice in my centre

And the turning pivot in my midst

I did not say it, all: I did not think of it, then

The bright-light – it would come when it would

It did not often stop to make room for me

The catching of it was all through the letting go

Not the grasping... 

And it could wait... it was in me... timeless

It was to do with the light tree, the crevice,

And my vision of it...

Which would fade when I forgot it as ‘a tree’

As, a certain form...

But, so vivid was its formless presence

That it could not help but seep out, somewhere,

And in other forms and in other realms;

It’s influence as water, which, seeping out

Through even the tiniest split in me

And evaporating into thin air

Could somehow quench my thirsting thought

For meaning...

While ever enthusing my inner being

To search for more...

The pivotal thing it was already there

The crack in my centre already through the door

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(Extracted from my book, The Light Tree Journal, page 19)