Tree

No words or sound..no thoughts or walls..just a land, a blank canvas..we spin around or stand still to create..We are the awakening..and this is the experience.

I see into the future

A vast landscape without any sound to make

Its brightly blinding 

A warmth of comfort 

And a Chilling breeze to stay awake 

With the footsteps comes the sound i make

With my thoughts birth the action i will take

God sits quietly watching the blood pump inside the roots of trees

within the veins of All of these human beings. 

This body paints the world i choose to create

God is nothing but the soul inside my present state 

Neither books or religion can separate this moment we all partake

We are all present in this illusion we call time

There is no separate entity to claim...

Because

We are all to be blamed.