The Oneness of the Infinitree
by Absolute Vanilla
You looked at the picture and saw a tree on the hill, didn’t you? I looked, and I saw the heavens, the rolling plains and you watching me. You are thinking about the coming spring, aren’t you? I’m thinking about going home.
You see, for me there will be no spring – not as you know it, anyway. There will be no winter either. Instead I will go beyond the parts, rising up into the clouds, soaring through the pink and the blue, merging with the vastness of infinity - that from which I sprung - as you did too.
Reaching out, I will become one with unending melody of creation.
You think I’m just a crazy old rambler, don’t you?
But I’ve seen things you have not. I’ve been to places to which you are too afraid to go.
I’ve touched the infinite vastness, danced with Life and Death - and came to realise they are both One, as are the seasons.
It’s different for me, I suppose. Standing here gazing out over the green and gold plains, lifting myself to the snow and the sun.
I’ve stood still for so long, watching. I’ve seen how you come and go, rushing around but with less purpose than the ants who sometimes tickle me. It’s amazing how much you learn by being still. I’d invite you to try.
I will not put forth buds this year, my sap will not rise, for I am returning home. I’ll see you there.