The Emperor Tree
Wherever I be, in Paris, Pamplona or Prague,
My awareness moves about with the Emperor of Trees,
Overweighed, ever-green in shadowy Aprilling leaves
Sheltering the timeless sleep of a Godly love.
Motherer of myriad planets and milky ways,
She who had assumed that body of radiating Grace
To meet upon earth, as a mortal wooing her Prince,
The consuming fire of terrestrial transformation…
Fire, indeed, though lotus were his eyes,
Capable of snatching from the nethermost Inconscient’s core
The stolen secrets of the solar diamond rays,
Causing a nuclear ...