The Two Trees (19 of 33)

[Meditations are intended to be read sequentially, from 1 to 33.]

In the Garden?

It is hard to make out all that has happened. Too much partying. life is a blur. All is a blur. Our minds are clouded. Where are we?

Ahead, we see a shape. “Who’s there?”

No answer. Can’t be the creature — for he has an answer for everything!

We slowly approach. If our eyes don’t deceive us, it looks like a tree.

Is it a tree?

Yes.

Is this tree, we now see, in the Garden? Or, is this the one on the Hill?

The calf only stares; the creature has disappeared.

There is no blood. There is no fruit.

Only a dead and barren — lifeless — tree in the Wilderness.

With great fear we look around us. We are truly alone. No fantasies, no gold, no friends, no hope.

It’s just us … and a mirror.

A mirror.

We, the tree.