The Pomegranate Tree Poem by Tristian Ford

Entangled Roots #6



As I walk on a hillside
Through the evening of the day
Dawning dark
There is not a single green blade of grass
In this field, I passed
It's been extremely hot the entire summer
High temperatures outshining ninety-nine degrees
Have come to pass
Nevertheless
Amidst the Scorched grass
An eight-foot dwarfed shrub stands out
Marveling at this Aphrodisiac
Admiring It's exceptional resilience to the drought
It gradually became the only thing seen
All the inferior lights paled into insignificance
Reality only illustrated
Its fiery orange flower petals and red-purple fruits
along Its spiny dark brown branches
It seems
It's waving leaves
Is the only object growing green

With one's eyes
alone, I couldn't fathom
Such a sensational fact that the wasteland was discernibly faulty
The actuality It would be possible to impede the rise of
The Pomegranate tree
The fact that it has persisted
is truly inspiring
To emerge from the ground a sprout
Encourages someone like me,
To
Remain calm and
clear-headed
Release pride, worry, and doubt
When darkness comes about.
Amidst any other season of drought

Soon after
A random thought suggested
I take a different route.
A sanctum where the rhetoric of hope and change
Are inevitably carried out
Or at least indicate whether or not one can be
endowed
With limitless wisdom and gravity
never again to
be awashed or disavowed.

Something grabbed me by
The soul
All former thoughts begin to be left behind
It carried the soul back through time
I fell into a black hole
into a vivid chimera
I forgot about breathing
It was as if I had absolutely failed to
learn to perform
self-imposed circuitry of life in a single-handed nourishing way.
I could no longer reason.
I could no longer remember my name.
I had no clue as to where I was
I had no clue what it was that was thumping so intently in my chest.
I could have sworn
even seeing people floating around
At the speed of sound,
The stars swiftly passed me by.
Then suddenly
The mind darkened, full of nightmares
Unseen- Unsounded
In this daydream
Desolate light rays unfounded.
I became frightened because of the only eidetic
Of falling deeply
into this blackened hole
Into this state of deepened sleep

I spent the whole journey
going the wrong way,
Under many untruthful conditions.
I fell from
The surrealist daydream twisted fantasy,
neglecting to follow
The One True Guide
to
The Knowledge, Energy, and Tree of Life.
On a worldly pursuit of life, liberty and
happiness…
Living Life by a Learned Naive Logic
rather than by an Intuitive Poetic Instinct.
Orchestrating life
Out to be a personal living matter of art
rather than solely Divine nature.
By one's own will
rather than God's favor.

But the instant I awaken from the nightmare
within the nightmare within that daydream on that hillside.
I grabbed a pomegranate
from the tree and took a bite.
It unified the life,
mental, and health ties inside.
Decried philosophy,
The best way it shall be described.

Then the night began.
I learned
What to think and How to live.
I Am Alive.
I Am Conscious
Again.