Sun Blossoms

Tree Of Vision

UPON my tree of Vision settles a bird
From the far diamond forests of the sky;
Each single branch is magically stirred
By sun-wing-beats into strange ecstasy.

Its seeds of passion grow to luminous fruits
That draw immortal sap from the breast of earth
And the clustered tentacles of the gnarled roots
Quiver with the spirit urge to a new birth.

The dead bark falls and leaves a fresh desire
To leap within, throb upon rhythmic throb;
The decadent leaves are burnt in white soul-fire
To make room for a fairer glistening robe.

Upon a bank of timeless thought it stands,
Spreading fan-wise its boughs of emerald light,
And drinks the wine of beauty from sun-gold hands
That hold the inverted cup of the Infinite.

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