So Sayeth the Tree

A poem about recognising the self in many forms

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So Sayeth the Tree (I)
So sayeth the tree...
"My branches grow in all directions,
up and down, left and right,
without suggestion.
Chaos reigns supreme."

"What I wish for most of all
is a circle array, 
where every branch has a place,
and nothing feels astray."

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So Sayeth the Tree (II)
So sayeth the tree...
"My branches grow with deliberation
an inch here, a centimetre there,
precise and controlled,
Pruned to perfection."

"What I wish for most of all
is the freedom to grow as I please,
to let every branch find its place,
to feel at home where it reaches."


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So Sayeth the Soul
So sayeth the soul...
"I have lived both shapes.
The reaching and the restraining,
the wild and the measured
always searching,
always wanting more."

"What I hope for most of all
is stillness.
My own voice rising above the rest,
A peace that is mine
and mine alone."

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So Sayeth the Truth
So sayeth the truth...
"Freedom gives you choice.
The shape you choose
Is yours alone."

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So Sayeth Me
So sayeth me...
"I choose..."