In case anyone is wondering, this piece is metaphoric…
I took him into me whole. It was like an inbirth, almost like possession. I had the sense of something needing changing–some darkness that must be transformed. I cast out the Devil’s talon (as I had envsioned the problem) so that the tree could grow, flourish, and bear fruit. I took him in whole, all the pain and imperfection, all the hope and promise. I felt the tree extend throughout my body, send its roots down through my legs and into my feet. Then I was silent, as if I existed only in a cool breeze.
Suddenly, a professor’s voice said, “Camelot”, which sent me into shock. I know I hurt him (he, the tree) when I pulled away, but you must understand, it was a moment of truth–one of transformation from something insubstantial (like a shadow) to some substantial non-substance. I hurt him, and his work became my work: Work which I, myself, had completed long ago. I had the sense that, to take him through this, and myself to go through it again, I will gain a new transformation–a compromise for the highest good of all.
It took me into the night, and all through the next day to examine the tree, accept its truth, and to see clearly what has been “juvinated” through the process of “us”. The next night I came to him and said, “Our hearts are one”. His heart welled up toward me, and we joined. I asked him to take me the way I took him, but he was afraid.
One note of grave improtance: Before I took him in (he, the tree), I beheld an image of my heart. It had shattered into splinters of wood. I knew that if it were ever to happen, I would never recover. This heart wants to stay whole. This heart understands the seriousness of this love, and the power it harbors. We must be cautious, unite “greatness and truth”, indissolubly.
…Dragons, damsels, holy grails, and knights, and “Childe Rolande”, Tree of Life, and serpents, and every imaginable myth rooted within our deep minds. Let us be aware of our creation. We build image upon image upon image upon image, through mire and maze, but this was more than a dream.
“Greatness and Truth”. Keep in touch with the simplicity.
(I wrote this piece in my journal back in 1990. The meaning? Honestly, I don’t expect many of my readers to understand all this (I too am confused about certain details) but please leave a comment all the same:)
