The Forest is the Trees

Our true nature is being open to receive. There are no coincidences.

THE FOREST IS THE TREES

The Jeshua tree,
Branches out to touch
the forest in your mind,
For within the deep dark forest,
The soft rays of love,
Filter through the dense cover,
To release you into the sky of your dreams.

For nothing is holy when you are one,
It is whole,
It is complete,
It is new beginnings,
But it is neither special nor unique,
It is what it is,
And that is so.

It is a part,
For it wishes to not be apart,
From the root of the tree,
Which filters the dew drops of nourishment,
To re-member its source,
It is open to receive,
For that is its nature,
And nature is non thinking,
Nature is non doing,
Nature is unconditional love.

As the tree grows,
It shape changes,
For it is influenced by the environment,
Sometimes it bends with the wind,
Other times it resists,
Time erodes its resistance,
For it becomes easier to just go with the flow,
For the river of love is constantly flowing,
It is carrying the weight,
For energy is kinetic,
Intelligence is genetic,
For DNA is coded for many possibilities,
But this is not a game of chance,
It is a game,
It is a romance,
For we are loving the mystery,
We seek to peer over the horizon,
We attempt to step closer to the cliff,
For our curiosity expands perceptions,
As we see there is no danger,
Just an opportunity to venture,
For the adventure is in the mind of the sky,
For we already have the wings
to fly.

For gifts are received,
Before they are sent,
Before you have asked,
I have answered,
For I am excited,
My vibration is faster,
And there is no time,
For dress rehearsals
for this is the show,
So what will you show?
In your play,
Will it be a tragedy?
A drama?
Real to life?
A life reel?
For are you asking questions?
Or is your life the answer?
To the dreams of millions.

Always remember,
That there is no highly evolved,
There is no us and them,
There is no better or worse,
Simply different colours in this spectrum of perfection,
There is simply those sleeping,
And those awake,
No less,
And always those sleeping wake from the dream,
So sweet dreams,
Happy travels,
For it could be you who is dreaming as you cast your eye around the room,
And that is o.k.
For it is a beautiful dream,
Who knows,
Perhaps you’re snoring,
Will wake you up,
To the surprise,
Of your magnificent sunrise.