The Apple Tree
It’s almost with embarrassment that one talks about the inner Being today – and here I give it its proper title with a capital B. It doesn’t seem to fit in anywhere in the world, it has nowhere to rest its head. And yet its presence will engulf the known world one day, and the time is not too far away. Read the signs and know them in yourself. Many a-time you might feel yourself to be like an apple which has fallen outside the orchard wall. How strange you feel – almost unwanted. How, you wonder, will you grow when you have fallen in such an isolated way? How can you develop your purposes in life? And then suddenly you find that the tree has grown to ripeness. It stands all alone still but its branches are blessed with fruit. Every twig and stem is filled somehow with life born from the single wall-less Root.
And if you’re wondering where this Root is or how to find it the answer is – look inside yourself: it will grow from your separateness, from your lying outside the orchard wall. It wants to be in the earth through you. Start out in this way and you will see the signs.
And now that I’m accustomed to strangeness I can view the world as if it is a transparent sphere. I come to it like a bride or bridegroom coming to take my vow, to stand before its eternal Being. Then when I lift the veil I see the spirit who is really mine, and all the things I’ve lived for in my life will watch and wonder at the great design unfolding.
Now as I come to this clear page I feel as if the letters write themselves with a silent hand. Who or what I am myself is secondary to the urgency the words command. It’s not about myself that I write but about what unveils itself in me this day – the Being whose own hand will lightly spell the words and phrases I am meant to say.
Root
I fell like an apple outside the wall
and wondered how to grow without being strange,
alone or isolated through my fall,
or where my purposes would range.
And there the tree which grows to ripeness now
is one and all alone but blessed with fruit,
and every twig and stem is filled somehow
with life born from the single wall-less Root.
Design
And strangely how I view the world now,
as if it was a quite transparent sphere,
and I the bridegroom come to take my vow
to its eternal Being shining clear.
So in the sight of God I’ll lift the veil
and stand before the spirit who is mine,
while all the things I’ve lived for will not fail
to watch and wonder at the great design.
Unveils
And so I’ve come to this clear page at last
where figures write themselves with silent hand
and who or what I am is never classed
with that same urgency the words command.
What lives is not myself to write and tell
but what unveils itself in me this day,
the Being whose own hand will lightly spell
the words and phrases I am meant to say.
Best wishes, today,
Landar
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