Pink and white petals
emerge out of the wooden branches
of the almond tree.
Again.
Just like last spring.
Generations of blossom
on the old almond tree.
II
So it is
that we emerge -
you and I,
and all of our friends and enemies -
generations of us -
out of the branches of eternity.
III
Together we live.
Together we die.
Some of us smell so sweet.
Some, quite frankly, disgustingly.
Without sweetness, no disgusting.
Without disgusting, no sweetness.
Opinions fall to the ground
like petals in the wind.
Less and less can be said.
IV
Together we emerge
out of eternity -
generation upon generation -
improbably,
miraculously -
like petals out of wood. *
Mark Josephs,
"Mark the Mystic Activist",
Aragon, Spain,
Spring 2025
Mark guides The Conscious Tribes Project.
His stories and poems attempt to capture
something of the mood of "intimacy with existence"
at the heart of every Conscious Tribe.
CONSCIOUS TRIBES
Seeds of New Local Communities
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