The apples fall fragrant from the tree,
Timed ripeness is the key of the young in old,
As the child who teaches us infinity,
The 'Wisdom'* tree whose leaves at evening fold.
It is quiet here in the cave of my repose
Although the world in turbulence appears
As faith declines that once on earth arose.
I have wandered through the drifting of the years
Fighting entities that try the soul,
Through forests of pain and waterfalls of tears
Stumbling forwards towards an unseen goal.
I have the sense that a momentous field
Of energy, a force, direct, divine
And powerful to which all men must yield,
Is rearranging life to new design
This fragile globe to beauty and to peace.
I feel it coursing through the body's core,
A mighty churning no human will can cease
Its light unknown to men on earth before.
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*'Wisdom', the spiritual significance of Samanea saman, a large tropical tree whose leaves fold at night and before a rain.