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Truth interests me.  What truth is interests me.  How we experience truth differently interests me.  How we behave because of the truths we believe interests me.

What interests me most is whether or not we can recognise truth, and having recognised it, whether we have the freedom, and courage, to experience and express truth.

If not, why not?  That interests me too.

I like to think that life has taught me to recognise the flavour of truth, to be able to taste it in foul air, toxic mud and dead dead things, like institutions of intimidating form that no longer serve life.

Above is a form that DOES serve life.

Long may it thrive on our home planet.

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I love trees.

I want them to survive
on planet earth.

I wish I could shove
the immense joy I
feel, when looking up
into the crowning green
of a fully leafed tree,
into every one.

Yes, shove with all the
unstoppable and
irresistable force
of a tsunami, bowling
over everything in its
path, washing away
those cold, hard
carapaces of uncaring
hearts, cracking that
Heartlessness that denies
greenlife its tallest being,
until

until, after all, there is only
the sated golden sapflow
of light transfigured to
dancing green life and
we, rejoicing.

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Baby oak rescued from lawn snathing holds its own in high wind....

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Baby oak rescued from lawn snathing holds its own in high wind....

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Life willing, you will root yourself in the soilsoul, stretch forth your seeking tendrils of connection, resume your anchored place in your right space in the wood wide web, and thrive.