B"H
As I approach my gate one fine spring day, the branches of a
nearby apricot tree started rustling and the leaves thereupo n
bustling about in every direction at once, precariously hanging
unto the twigs upon whom their life depended. I mean it was like
the tree was trying to get my atte ntion and my response was to
throw a glance within an intrinsic recognition of conversing b y
facial expression, you know, smiling in consternation.
In order to comprehend this better let me describe the events
as sequential occurrences that culminated in my standing so me
ten yards distance; engaged at the moment I reached towards the
gate and stepped forth to enter my garden. With an artistic squint
and scientific query, I look carefully to absorb the sensations o f
a face intensely concerned to do similarl y regarding me. There
will be those whose reaction would be to disclaim the image o f
a man in the tree no less that man in the moon but upon careful
inspection all can see the tree is wide at the crown and draws to
a midpoint at the tip of its chin where t he husky branches spread
out fro m its shoulders.
When I squint in order to encroach upon my perception in the
realm of my senses, the image of spaces where light intertwines
with shadows can be easily perceived as the eyebrows, structure
of the nose, lips, ears, and straggly lines giving the impressio n
of a beard. The overall impression can be imagined similar to a
visual concept of the Omnipotent. It is co mmon for artistic
individuals to perceive things that are not, but seeing Hashe m's
prescience in a tree, that was particular to me. The sorry aspect
of this reality is that the tree was cut down by the city gardeners.
Warmth and a feeling of being appreciated, a m I so desperate
to establish co mmunion with a tree, but you take what you ca n
get and understa nd why people could worship trees and as suc h
tread carefully. The reader should be informed that I have
undertaken a journey more frightening than the most appallin g
horror story, confronting the offensiveness and perversities with
which I've been faced, endured, and perpetuated. The libertaria n
sexuality and declining birth rate of the Occident has created a n
opportunity for those whom reject it to conquer the world.
The song of creation at the fall of nighttime differs from the
chirping heard during the sunrise when the mother birds get their
children out to school, and the bird community starts upon their
daily labors with the early light of dawn. When the darkness
envelops urban residential environments, many humanly
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