THE RELIGION TREE
The leaf doesn’t fall far from the tree,
and we are all leaves on the same tree,
and will take our leave from there.
The yellow leaf signals fall, the
green leaf, pride before the fall. The
bud is born to fall. Death unites us all.
Better be the tree. Call your tree
self the True Self. Don’t be
the transient leaf self.
That’s the Hindu way to be.
You’ve always been the tree.
Hold on, Atman! You started as
a bud. Your green is turning
yellow now. Bodhidharma says:
Face this wall. Detach before the fall.
No, live before you die!
This is the Nietzsche leaf talking.
Toss off all god-labels of leaf or tree.
But what about the Tao?
How can a leaf ever really resist the wind?
And what about sin? We’re
hearing from the Jesus
apple now. Cursed is anyone who
hangs from a tree. I hung for you,
drank, drooped, descended,
left a seed. Behold,
the True Tree! Contra the
Buddha and Bodhidharma,
cling to Me.
But what about Old Jerusalem?
(Insert Muslim or Jew here.)
This is our branch and we
are its true leaves. So it is written
in our leaves. God gave us the Temple
Mount. All others must go from here and I AM.