This was originally written for my cousin Kathy who died of ovarian cancer last year, and has now been slightly modified to symbolize the nature of life as a hologram of the divine…and Kathy’s eternal soul.
“Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
the holy tree is blooming there.” W.B.Yeats
The Tree of Life
“Eyes closed, explore the places beneath your bark of worldly knowledge and unknown rhythms, buried in your heart.
Your feet root in darkness, into the mysteries of moist, saturated ground. Anchoring at Earth’s center, you are deep in womb’s hearth.
Guided along the inner rivers and streams, you flow effortlessly, sensing and observing, as above, so below.
You look up from here, a kaleidoscope of branches and diffused light overhead; reaching to cradle the stars, meeting heaven’s night.
Morning opens quietly, like tiny blue pearls of light dancing on your leaves, you feel your trunk breathe and then sigh, it softly heaves.
Whispering and windy, spirit flows in, swirling gently around your core, weaving through thousands of hidden memory rings.
Divine breath carries you deeper still, into the place where affinity rests, into your heart, the place where everything sings.
Loneliness disappears, slipping along the rivers inside, because here runs the blood and the prana, erasing all seeds of doubt.
As Within, so Without.” Graham Shelley
Tree of Life: Sacred Geometry
Qabalistic Tree of Life
