The Healing Tree

MacBook-Pro-New: The Healing Tree - working file · 2016

The Healing Tree I sat upon the ground In the place where God did lay me I was waiting for a sign Something to save me When it came in shades of grey Within a cloud of morals weary In the face of the changing wind My eyes saw clearly Lift me up so I can see To the top of the healing tree Let that your love come raining down And feed me Lift us up so we can see To the roots of the healing tree Grounded deep in love They grow to feed me. I wanna share with you my dream Where in all the world there’s healing It’s a changing wind that blows I’ve got a feeling I’ve got a feeling The healing tree is a place where healing occurs The roots of the tree are the countless people that support the process of healing, those that have been healed, those that heal. The trunk is massive and sturdy and holds up the promise of life. The tree of life The branches are the various paths to healing the paths of life. The leaves are the people. The tree marks a sacred spot. The place is a s important as the tree itself. It is known by the people. It is known across the land. The healing tree is a place you go. A pilgrmige of sorts. Seeking out the healing tree, just the act of seeking allignes intentions and outcomes. The very intention of seeking out the healing tree starts the healing process. Deciding, It is in the deciding. We decide to be healed. Out decision comes from the soul of intention. The decision requires action. The action is the journey, the journey to the healing tree. The journey itself is part of the healing process. Each step taken toward the healing tree strengthens the intention and therefor the outcome. The very act of writing these words is a testament to the strong intention of my healing process. Once I can heal then the world can heal. As the world heals so I. The world is a finely spun tapestry. The soul of man is weary and worn. The strife that lives is real and has mass. The weight of the mass is straining life, straining the reaction time, the healing time, the recovery time. Each new blow to our humanity is wearing the skin of our tolerance. We have been at war now for 15 years. Everyday we kill and are killed. There is a general sense of inevitability in this war. We don’t even think about it anymore. It just is another scratch of noise emanating from the fucking machine. The endless yabbering of media blasting our senses into a dormant state. A state of shock a state of quite uneasiness, but still quiet. No one is making noise anymore. Where have all the war protests gone? Is it really just political? Or do people really care? I don’t think they do. The left protested the war until the left got the power. The right seems to love war and wouldn’t protest our of principle. No one cares that the war is no an endless train of money and death. The endless train of words and misdeeds. We need to heal. We need the intention to be established and grounded in humanity. We need to start our journey. We need to seek the healing tree. To pilgrimage to that place, that sacred place. To sit beneath the bows and weep. Spill out our sickness and our sorrow. Spill out our ills and aches. Give up our attachments to our wars and fall back into the arms of the healing tree. Climb into the branches and sing with the birds. Realign our intentions to stop the misery. My weight is the poor. The poor are the ones who truly suffer. The decent people that try and yet the system knocks them back into the shit pile. We don’t need much to survive but we need some to thrive. People should thrive. People should Have enough to eat, people should have work, people should have community, people should have purpose. Poverty robs people of these “should haves”. We have organized our government to punish the poor, to burden the poor. We should, as a community, unburden the poor and lift them up. This does not mean to give them stuff. Stuff itself is a burden. A cell phone, a car, a house, a tv. These things do not make people thrive. They steal the soul of people. The soul stealing technology that has embedded itself in our psyche. Free stuff is not what poor people need. People, rich or poor, or just those in the middle need a purpose. Need a goal. It is in purpose that people find their dignity. People need a purpose within their work, within their play, and within their community. Not conflict, but purpose. The healing tree is purpose. It is purpose of intention. The healing tree is a process. The process of intention. We heal when we have a purpose and a place to fulfill the goal. To get up from where we are and align with intention and purpose. And what is the goal of purpose? To strengthen our communities, to allow people to thrive, to fill the belly’s of the hungry, and to assuage the hurt of our human soul. The healing tree gives us purpose. It closes the wound of being misguided. What is the opposite of purpose? Indifference? It closes the wound of indifference. The healing tree binds us together with a purpose of humanity. Healing the wounds of indifference. The winds of change are blowing. The old ways are dead. The old ways are sick, the old ways need the cures only available at the healing tree. We need to start our pilgrimage, our journey. We need to sojourn at the healing tree. We need to seek the face of healing, the face of God, the face of intention. We need to see clearly.. In the face of the changing winds I saw you clearly. I saw your shining eyes and the wisdom therein. Deep pools of wise years. I saw you. I followed. You lead me to the healing tree. I found you at the healing tree. The purpose of your intention drew me to the healing tree. I sat and pondered the world and found a place of healing. Join us in the journey. Join us in our pilgrimage. The healing will be a change in our thinking, a change in our consciousness. A combination of heart and mind. Of reason and compassion. Evenly balanced to affect the greatest change. The lifting of our poor, the lifting of our rich, the lifting of the people. The lifting of our purpose. The roots support the tree. Ground it. Hold it in place. Foundation. The Roots are deep, and penetrate even the hardest rock. Penetrating. Reaching for water, minerals, life. The Roots give us life. The roots bring the resources to the tree. Roots are resources. No more war. Let’s just say it. If war is needed get it done quickly and terribly. Let peace reign. It sounds so hollow now. Sounds so childish. That’s what the enemies of peace wanted, to trivialize the opposition. Change the words, make the friction stop. Minimize the opposition to endless war. We need to heal. The healing tree is the place we need to sojourn. I chose to sojourn, beneath this tree. Kind of Like the Buddha. Searching for freedom. Looking for a healing. Healing Feeling Reeling Peeling Pealing Stealing Wheeling Free Wheeling Kneeling Ceiling Dealing Squealing Concealing Appealing Revealing Unfeeling Sealing History Mystery Sisterly Blistery Mending Sending Ending Pretending Dearly Nearly Clearly Severely I’ve got a feeling It’s time for some healing In the face of this weary world I need revealing I’ve heard your thunder Been held in your wonder But In the face of this changing wind I’m pulled asunder Em D G Take me back to the healing tree C G Lift me up so I can see Em D G Lift me up into your arms C D Can’t you see I’m bleeding Take me back to the healing tree To that place where the world can see To the place were we all stand free And get the love we’re needing The message that I’m sending Is that it’s time for some mending In the face of the wicked world Let’s stop pretending I’ve held you dearly I’ve followed you more nearly But in the face of this changing wind I’ve never seen you clearly The people need a savior To help them with their labor In the face of the modern world The people need it dearly Our children see it clearly In the face of this modern world Bubble Trouble Double I’ve got a feeling It’s time for some healing In the face of this heartless world It’s got us reeling Yes, I am weary And the future’s looking dreary But in the face of the changing wind I saw you clearly Em D G Take me back to the healing tree C G Lift me up so I can see Em D G Lift me up into your arms C D Can’t you see I’m bleeding Take me back to the healing tree To that place where the world can see To the place were we all stand free And get the love we’re needing The message that I’m sending Is that it’s time for some mending In the face of the wicked world Let’s stop pretending That we don’t need each other Like a child needs a mother In the face of the changing wind I ask you brother. Take me back to the healing tree Lift me up so I can see Lift me up into your arms Can’t you see I’m bleeding Take me back to the healing tree To that place where the world can see To the place were we all stand free And get the lover we’re needing CC D G Lay me down On the sacred Ground Call my name And I’ll do the same For you