The Ash Tree Yggdrasil

A long storied tree, for no one is rootless,

You see, and no Soul or thought is lost, although

We could be "tempest tossed," but even so no

Effort is fruitless, not to me, nor should it be to

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You and I are beings multi-dimensional so it is truly

A good thing its roots run to all the nine planes, running like

Monorail trains with wheels unruly on a spike and also all the gods

Convene there every day, so you see it's intentional. Sometimes we

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Peak through the portal, you see and I, and then are we

Seeing our very own being, but without here and within some

Other world, or aspect, or frequency, or one of the nine, don't you see

We don't really know where it's coming from, the thing or thought or form but

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At the tree, all of the gods each morning gather

Do they set up the day, or rather do they chatter?

Do they argue the matter, or always agree? Have I

A smattering of my will that's free? Or

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Have my inkling thoughts come from me afar, maybe

From a distant star, but they could be all the same

My own thoughts rooted there, planted and traveling

By root train from plane to plane until

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Earthward they come, and take root in me and

New re-created they branch out you see, but maybe

Not without my understanding, in fairness to

My distinct, own hard-earned awareness, for

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To tell the truth, in space and in time

These new roots run deep, twixt epoch and world

A crime, a test, a soldier on a Roman road

A castle keep, a moonlit sea, do you see? And

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All from the love of this singular tree, and I think

That the branches and leaves are left up to me, to

Whom do I cleave? And where do I wander? I

Ponder these things on my iterative journey because of

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Dante's seventh heaven, the eighth world above

The heaven of love, the lost realm of she

The sounding of music not heard before

The poet knew well of this love abounding, for

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God dreamed, and ... God dreamed again. My

Mother, my father, a teacher, a builder, and

They are my start and my ground, they

Made me whole, and keep me sound, but

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My stream runs deeper, and farther, and faster, my

Branches reach far in the thickening glade,

For Soul has Its mission and Soul must go onward

God is insistent that we find our goal, for

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God dreamed again, and God dreamed again, and we're

In the dream that God's dreaming again, and again. My

Love branches out as far as I'm able

Perhaps we will touch. This tree is no fable.