Beneath the Old Oak

It was a forest once 

Considered obscure

And marginal.

People believe it was cared for by a donce.

The grass and vines

Grew wild and shabby

    in several directions.

Strange though, as if anything more can be strange,

The  animals there appears

Disciplined almost civilized.

People thought it was

Magic that did bind them all.

I knew better;

For I entered this forest

Seeking life anew.

The disorder seen from the outside

Was that of their own vision skewed

They do not understand what they see.

Of Law, they had only the letter.

Why was it so different from the inside than out? But where does it all begin?

In the center of the forest enthroned there

The Donce, the Fool, a Holy Fool

He not only cares for the forest;

The forest is his stewardship.

He directs its life by serving the forest

And all therein.

And he resides in the great Old Oak tree.

Central among the forest vast.

Because spatial life is of greater expanse

Than the world outside.

Of incredible strength, beauty and of noble presence is this Old Oak.

It was here.

Many before me, learned to see.

Beneath the Old Oak.

treasured by many; known by few

I learned the mysteries of this world.

It all seems so otherworldly.

Its language is symbols and metaphors.

Apocrypha Forest where 

The mysteries are revealed.

Manifest to those who might see,

Truth, courage and wisdom of the Oak.

While the people outside laugh as tho' it was all a joke.

I see him this Holy Fool in my paternity

I remain there, in the forest center,

Beneath the Old Oak Tree.

Absorbing its Wisdom of eternity.

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