The tree’s are loosing their leaves, a winter is on the rise. A coldness in our noses, blowing smoke that does rise, what is this? How shall they behave the thing’s that are outside? For the blizzard blows them to and fro and they know not which way it goes, how do they live through this life?

For I too am a tree that moves to and fro between the unseen and the seen, which one shall I ultimately achieve? Light is not seen here yet only reveals the masses, and this tree that is I, grows and understands not the unseen concrete echelon, but am held accountable of knowing.

Damn my birth!!! For what is its worth? No I say this not in depression but in a realization. My winter has been for many scores. As of now let the sun shine some how. I’m told to chill, relax and not worry about such thing’s, yet the very ones who say this have put this forcefully on my plate. This food that I have ate. I hold no fruit, for the blizzard has shunned it from me.

And I’m growing weak, for its wind is bending me. I need Achamoth to come. Let her bring forth herself unto me so that I may see this unseen. Let my winter go away so that I may focus on the day. I know at first I’ll become worse, yet then I shall straighten, my leaves shall grow and the fruit will flourish its bounty. Let the spring arise for there is life…

Ryan Brady O’Reilly
11/2001