Sacred Contracts XXX: God

The shifting shapes of forest  
were kaleidoscopic beneath the sun—
the marching of water grew distant
    
The Spirit of the Wood honored
our presence, accepting obeisance
at the base of its venerable root  
    
What I had always known manifested
in the exchange, and the branches moved—
revealed a realm known only to Native
    
Foregone history remembers itself
when boiled clean of present–rises
through its epidermis, lights the surface
    
Everything I ever thought I knew
was released before God’s presence
but, not the god who demands sacrifice
    
That god of men’s heads (I should pause
here and say, “Yes; both”); that god of ego—
of insatiable alteration of Truth
    
Not that god, no; but, God—
yes; God
    
II.
    
Have you ever imagined what earth
would look like drained – if some
celestial hose pipe was released—
  
washed away the green and sediment
dissolving beds of rock, pushing oceans
and lakes to the bottom of the Universe
    
What would remain would be interlocking
webs of root holding space for all that was
to conceive everything that will be again
    
That is God – interconnecting roots
of Life bringing forth breath and fruit—
    
it’s gravity pulling everything together
keeping it solidly affixed, grounded
so it isn’t torn apart like paper
    
III.
    
There are Dryads in every forest
you tread; they whisper your name
in their natural language of tree
    
To understand, is to believe magic
isn’t a black bag of secrets to learn;
but, an olden way of Life to carry on
    
A realization of what happens NOW
could never diminish what was THEN—
on the contrary, it fulfills Prophecy;
    
it solidifies All that is to come from All
that was when all is said and done
and we realize we, too, are Gods—
    
clauses in the other’s Sacred Contract
fulfilling all that is divinely sacrosanct
in this fragile, yet holy human experience    
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