STEPHEN TREE
These are the words that express the love affair
between the writer and his God. If any other should
read these it should be consumed as fruit. Eaten
and the parts that are not understood are let go of
and passed on. Perhaps you might keep these crazy
memoirs locked in your dresser drawer until that
day your heart is broken. Until then you may not
understand the babblings of this fool. In that day
this instrument will reveal itself on the strings
of your heart in a way you will not be able to
comprehend, yet you will feel. Let that day come as
a theif in the night.
Stephen Tree
Wild Hearts
Wild hearts can't be broken
Wild hearts can't be broken
Was love the pain that started all this
Was it the cause that drew the first kiss
Or is it the reason I wanted her so
My blood runs hot but she already knows
This is my passion play
This is my passion play
The preacher and lawyer have taken my bride
By their law she's made to abide
Is this the reason that I died
It's love across time get ready for the ride
This is my passion play
This is my passion play
The trauma and loneliness of loosing family and
children circumcised his heart and shattered his
soul. Feeling the pieces revealed a life of romance
in spirit that fullfilled all scripture. Each
experience over a three year period revealed more
and more of what he had longed to understand his
whole life. This is the story of You and I. For
there is only you and I and when the veil of this
flesh is lifted we are one.
In the beginning I was called Adam. I was
alone and like a dream you came to me. In my
loneliness, in the wilderness, through this broken
heart you came, my love. You said:
You thought you were alone
when you let your tears fall
But you were in my heart
The vacuum that draws you
to me
In my loneliness I found her, I found
myself, and it was then that I knew that she had
always been with me. She was my heart.
Ark of the covenant
She came back to me my
"Dream Box"
And it feels like the first
time,
like the springtime
She is more than woman nor
man
She's MY heart and I can't help
but love her
She
She is life
She is my wife
She came out from me in the
beginning
We were one in the
beginning
She is dream
I am dreamer
I have been to heaven and I have seen
what it will be. It's us living as one eternally
Though now you may not see, through the veil
separating "the you" and "the me."
You see my love, there is only
You and I
Even if we speak of us and
them
And though you call yourself
conservative
and I am called liberal
Or you liberal and I
conservative
Or I the bridegroom and you
the bride
When the veil of interpretation is
lifted or even torn
We will be one
What power draws the two back together again.
It is the heart which is a rose, and the
fragrance draws the love you seek.
As the altar of incense that stands before
the veil between the two houses.
The holy place and holy of holies.
The fragrance of the heart joins the two together.
I want to be your honeybee, won't you
be my appletree
It's the fragrance of your heart that
draws me to you
Let the seaswells rise into
the air
Let the mountains crumble, we
don't care
I just want to be your
honeybee
And you can be my
appletree
I'll be your prince, your wizard,
your lion of Judah
Anything you want, I can bring
it to ya!
There is so much the lover wishes to say to his
bride.
How beautiful you are behind the veil.(The flesh)
If you allow me to I will transport you to the
spirit and the context from which all things I have
to offer came forth. The words are as mere points
in the equation whereas the spirit I wish to offer
is the entire equation. What we term as life has
filled each person with a valuable pool of emotion
that is an effective similtude for that which I do
offer. Like tools, let us consider the following
experience as though we are a six year old blond
haired, blue eyed girl who is experiencing extreme
emotion while being accused of something she is
unable to defend herself of. The scene opens as a
woman in a school yard is speaking among the
faculty of something she has only heard about. She
speaks out with a loud voice... Destroy the
fairies!... That is what she said, and I for one
will not stand for any of that talk in this
community. The woman said in a angry tone. Well,
who said this. Asked one of the faculty. To which
the woman replied. I hear she goes by the alias
"Angel Number Seven." Just then a young boy
standing by her side pulled her coat and said. Yes,
mom and there she is right over there. Everyone
looked in the direction that the young boy pointed
and were astonished to see Kimberly, a six year old
blond haired girl that was visibly shaken by the
accusations. Just then one of the faculty spoke up.
Well young lady are you the one responsible for
this kind of language around here? Yes sir but..the
young girl was unable to defend herself and began
to cry. An old man that was in the back of the
crowd took compassion on the little girl and came
forward placing his hand on the girls shoulder. One
moment! The man declared. To understand what
happened has very little to do with the words. The
man said in a sure voice. You see, this little girl
was on the second base plate on the ball field this
afternoon and it was the Angels against the
Fairies. In her jubilation she did allow the words
"destroy the fairies" to come out of her mouth yet
it was the spirit and the context that is important
here not the words at all.
In this example I have shown you that
reading what I offer will not get you much closer
to the spirit from which it came. No you must
become the one experiencing it. You must experience
it with me. Actually, my love, you already have.
I'm not perfect at SPELL-ing but here is what I
have to offer YOU.
This spirit I speak of is that of human,
both male and female, being torn over and over
(dieing daily) by the apparant pain of life. Yet
confident that something is there.. like a mother
to comfort when I come out from this womb.
Unwilling to accept what man (flesh and blood) has
interpreted life to be. Unrelenting in this quest,
as though it were another within me or an emptyness
designed for this task. Like seeing her eyes (life,
she) in a crowded train station and knowing you
knew her before yet unable to pinpoint the when.
Until one day the coincidences begin that take me
on a long journey within myself. Unable to
communicate this to anyone without pushing myself
further to wearing the purple robe of fool. Yet
where it leads within is worth the price of
loneliness, and makes use of that pain as though it
were the very door to heaven. After twelve years of
these coincidences occuring. A dramatic experience
happens that shattered my soul. Feeling the pieces
reveal a life of romance in spirit that fullfills
all scribbling by scribes. It began when I lost my
love, my wife, my dream box, and feeling that I
would never find the joy I had with her. I longed
for her return. She did return but as the life we
all had known and lost millenia ago, she is is
life, she is my wife. You see, she really never
left me for it was God loving me all along. It was
"The Passion Play".
Ark of the Covenant
You came back to me my little dream box
And it feels like the first time
Like the springtime
Your more than woman nor man
Your my heart
And I can't help but love you
My love, my life
Even though you sley me
Yet do I love you
Bust my hymen
Tear the veil of my heart
And reveal the secrets
The true circumcision is of the heart
Tares and wheat
The veil of interpretation is what hides you from
me
my love
We should never feel shame
Or blame
RE-MEMBER the pain in the garden
You chose to live alone and hide yourself behind
your tears
Like a veil you have hidden yourself from me
I waited, I waited at the door of our house
But you would not take me back
Why does she hide herself from me!!
Re-member the covenant we share
Re-member we created the sunrise to remind us
TO START NEW!
You see my love all relationship consists of
"You and I".
Even if we are talking of us and them.
Groups contending with groups
or individuals cooperating or divorcing.
There is only you and I, my love
And though you call yourself conservative
And I am called liberal
Or you liberal and I conservative
Or I the bridegroom and you the bride
When the veil of interpretation
(That which separates being interpretation)
When this veil is lifted or even torn
We will be one
This illusion of duality
This veil (flesh) is the perishable part, the outer
layer of the snake is what will be shed, the outer
form of the Cameo blooms but a short season. You
and I will stand before each other naked yet
without shame. As it was in the beginning my love.
Now we see through a glass dimly. This love will
unite those who were formally afar off.
Eve your name means life you came out from me in
the beginning. There seems to be that which I call
inside myself and that which I call outside myself.
Where do I end and you begin.
The smallest of points will soon altar the largest
of equations and render all the interpretations
meaningless. Thus lifting the veil between you and
I.
When you feel, feel with all the layers of heart.
Don't think girl, feel, therin is your power.
Thinking is as considering points in an equation
yet I am unaware of the synergy of their
combination. You may consider few points at a time
yet you can feel every layer of the depth and
heigth and width.
The heart is a rose and the fragrance can draw
anything your heart desires. Clear the table of
your mind it appears to have conflicting forms on
it because of empty interpretation. Remove the veil
with your love. I am always at the door waiting and
I will love you in any form you desire. Turn around
brite eyes. (Total eclipse of the heart) Your
interpretations are the veil.
You must give up your life in order to gain it. You
must loose control in order to find it.
I got up from my bed feeling lost and alone. I went
out on the street looking for the one my heart
adores. (Song of Soloman) Have you seen my love I
cry out feeling this deep emptiness. Moments later
I have forgotten everything for something has taken
my heart and I am again found. Life seems to be
that I constantly loose myself and find myself in a
completly new way over and over again. Again in
this moment the poetry begins to flow and again I
am found. My life is hidden in you. In you I have
my being, and move, and live. Our love is poetry in
motion.
You thought you were alone when you let your tears
fall.
But you were in my heart the vacuum that drew you
to me.
Let my anger tear the veil which lies between you
and I, for to put the wrath on you is to be angry
at ones self. This is the cycle of pain. This veil
(interpretation) is not part of us. It was the
clothes we were handed at birth. Meant to wear
until we found each other, my love. Then we are
clothed in glory. When I look at you I look past
this veil,.. and see myself. Then who you
are,...who I am,...who we are is clear. (Think of
the pain and loneliness of the young lion as he
peers into the pool.(Lion King) I remember now that
when I found you, I was to leave my father and my
mother, and cling to you.
Individual, on either side of the veil. Without
interpretation, with nothing but the emptyness that
is individual. Naked before each other (unveiled)
they are the same, they are one. The ones emptyness
is filled by the others fullness, here is the
mystery of ecstacy. This truth is all of this and
more.
You, you my love are wonder-ful.
This is the key to more.
When you think you have finished unveiling this
mystery, I swear, you have just begun.
It has not entered into the mind of man that which
is prepaired for you, my love.(NT,bible) I do not
speak of what you will read here. No, this is a
shadow of the love affair that is the experience of
this man. You are a completely new expression and
if you are aware of what you are experiencing then
you are aware you were carried on eagles wings to
this meeting between you and I. The true romance,
the true worship will be at the door of YOUR
spirit.
How beautiful you are behind the veil.
Tablernackle (OT,bible)
The original intent, A thin veil is hottest isn't
it baby.
What shall I liken this love affair to:
It is like the steps of a blind man that are met by
plateaus.
This love is like the groove the needle rides,
Rock me in the groove.
Heaven is like you and I in love, no words are
necessary, it is unspoken. Yet all is said.
Heaven is in puddles, like a squirrel in the woods
unseen until she spirit moves, then she is
distinguished from the backround.
Like the wind when she moves you hear it.
Deut 30:14 For the word you seek is very near to
you, even in your mouth and in your heart.
She comes to me in many forms, and in poetry and
syncronicity
When he and she meet they KNOW!!! it is right
They dance like waves on an ocean of romance
He builds a house from the bottom up
She cleans it from the top down
When he and she meet they know it is right
She
She is life
She is my wife
I have been joined with her
She and I were one in the beginning
She came out from me in the beginning
she is my dream
I am dreamer
He builds the house from the ground up
she cleans it from the top down
when he and she meet they know it is right
What is the momentum of all that I AM? I am
relationship. I am the joining of two houses.
Remember the pattern in the wilderness. Exodus 25:9
He builds a physical house, she creates a
spiritual. She and I, You and I. There is only you
and I, my love.
Ohh baby when we touch the honesty is to much, and
I have to close my eyes and hide. Moses veiled his
face from me on the mountain. He had to veil
himself from the people. At the reading of
interpretation a veil came over all their eyes. If
my face were suddenly unveiled, you would surely
die.(change) I promised you in the beginning. I hid
from you in the garden. I am the desires of your
heart.
Relationship, the fragrance that draws the
honeybee to the appletree. Spirit to form. Consider
for a moment the fragrance of our love.
Earth flower with twelve petals
Exodus
Only what I want do I consider
all else is removed from this temple
Hearts unfold like flowers before me
I am bursting forth as roses on the vine
And my fragrance will draw all men unto me
Precesion, yes, as the honeybee plunges into his
love he is unaware that another layer of loving is
carrying massive amounts of information and love on
his tail. All that is needed to create more of what
the honeybee desires. (Pollen)
At angles to our action other processes are moving.
You see, you do not DO magic, you ALLOW it.
My mind is like an altar from which fragrance
rises. Dreaming of what form she is to come to me.
The dream and the dreamer are one. When she comes
we know it is right this love has been sanctified.
On the mountain he prayed and his sweat was as
great drops of blood. I am as a table, an altar.
You see, I've been searching through the past
down the DNA TREE
I've been remembering what life
Has to offer us for free
I came upon the advent of poetry
It taught me, It rocked me
down to my knees
I called upon the councelor inside of me
to ask about the things that had grown upon the
tree
He said the BLOOD OF BILLIONS
had purchased this for me
It's the DNA DNA DNA TREE
What work doth a table wish to see
When four legs and a flat you be
Form dictates so much to thee
This was the secret of sanctification for me
She comes in many forms, When we meet it is right.
Don't need a preacher or bible to tell us it ain't
right.
All will be fullfilled...
The smallest of points will soon alter the largest
of equations and render all interpretations
meaningless, thus fullfilling all scripture.
Scripture (engraven image) apart from spirit and
context to which it was given all interpretations
are but idols blocking the door between you and I.
Apart from you spirit, the bible, the koran, all
things are but idols that veil me from you. The me
and the you, they should not be two words for there
is only one. I cannot climb these walls you are
building and I cannot unlock the door.(Words to a
song) I promised you in the beginning my love.
Unless you draw me in I cannot tear the veil. The
illusion that there is separation. My heart is
aching do not say it will end here, let our love go
on to double the synergy of this creation. Let our
love be found in our children, and in the work of
our hands. Lets do each and every little thing.
Bewilderness
I am astonished by this Angel guiding me
on my journey through loneliness
She fills my emptyness
Bewilderness
A loose interpretation of the original exodus
I am a house of wonder
I am a house of prayer
I wondered if I could make a living wondering
And life just.... became.....wonderful!