The old tree with strong roots standing in front of my yard, a testament of living.
The tree enjoyed, lived, and fought the wind, snow, and rain for all those years of living with great heart and mind..... has began to loosen it's mortal wings.
One by one the wings shatter and fall with grace, and power to loosen the the tree's living bondage to uplift the tree's immortal life, and it's mortal living experience to the galactic sojourn with the height, and the depth of passionate experience the tree couldn't experience yet desired in it's mortal living as it kept rising from the ground above.
The mortal living provided the old tree all the abundance of emotions arousing sadness, sorrows, and happiness by every passing season, yet there was scarce of the greatest of all the emotion, the passion for love that tree desired and had couldn't be found in tree's surrounding mortal living.
The mortal living is wrapped up with shallow living games like Micky the mouse, and corrupt emotions surround the planet.... that all of it fails the mortals to achieve the most prized living reward, the passion for love.
That's why the living is called mortal...... as it has yet to achieve the passion for love which makes life immortal.
Ironically, the search for immortal passion for love that mortals search far, and in between always remains in mortals wing, yet cluttered in the living cage.
The experience of passion for love ....... comes momentarily in moments of time to be lost in dust of living mirage.
A time to ponder.................
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