From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   The golden tree, The Tree of Life -   
   Into its shadow I will dive   
   And feast upon the blessed fruit   
   Then dig until the very root.   
   Inside the root I'll find the seed   
   And share it with the ones in need:   
   The tattered hearts and spirits torn -   
   Between the sundown and the morn,   
   Between the wisdom and the bliss   
   Is found the fearsome abyss.   
   In savage light I'll find the day   
   And wait for love to burn away   
   Then conjure till the heart of Is   
   Corrodes and scatters - then the breeze   
   Will take away the Adam's feast -   
   As far as west is from the east   
   Will be the cause and the effect -   
   Between the impulse and the act   
   Between the method and the end   
   Will stand the rainbow. In the land   
   Of blind, the one-eyed man is king;   
   A condor with the broken wing   
   Will feel the presence of the light   
   To set himself again to flight.   
   And as light beams through all the earth   
   Will be dissolved all remorse,   
   Will be forgotten all the sins -   
   And condor with the broken wings   
   Will soar again, and all the blind   
   Will see with vision of the mind   
   The one in all, the all in one -   
   The life-tree blooming in the sun.   
      
   By Ilya Shambat   
   https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)