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Tree of Life
Sometimes when I have time to sit and think about things I go to a place in my mind where all is quiet and all makes sense.
Ideas and revelations come from all different directions and are usually random, but when I really concentrate I can trace my ideas following the relations between the subjects and I am amaed by where my ideas have begun and where they end up never the less, they are consistantly never ending.
With each new idea a new strand is created with relations continuing down a path or direction to given choice to either branch of later in time or continue its twisted path.
With all these strands or for better imagination..branches, of ideas and relations growing out of one thought or again for better words...ones mind, I am left with questions upon questions, some pertaining to the same branch.
I do not remember or recall any knowledge about the origin of all that occurs or is created but that does not leave me believing what is created did not indeed originate somewhere or about something nor does it also lead me to believe it must have an origin or begining.
All these ideas and relations I precieve as branches formed from a tree and the questions represented by leaves on these branches, further more these branches stem from a core of exsistence such representing my mind and personality in turn represtented by a trunk.
The roots or origin of this trunk is unknown to me but in some way for some odd reason I believe we are all conected by these metaphores and spiritual trees of thoughtl, wonder and questions. The reason pertaining to why i believe this could very well be a leafe on my tree; never to be answered left to grow brown, turn and fall from the limbs of exsistence.
Evidently this tree needs food and nutrients like any other living thing, but what feeds ideas and personality better than life experiences and spritual journey?
What then am I left with to choose my questions or ideas if life itself is a butter fly effect of possitive or negative occurences feeding a tree with no control making a cohesion of random questions we are all left with?
Acceptence or rebelion of this theor leaves doersand donters; those that succeed or those that fight an inevitable tidal wave of realization that nothing we do can change the ideas or questions that grow in or mind which leads me to realizing who i am.
I see myself as one who accepts my tree and embraces where my brances may grow on their journey for knowledge.
I feel like a free spirit on my own spiritual journey that no one but god knows the complete origin, journey and destination.
