Sunday 10 March 2013



On the tree of life every leaf calls his Name,

When they bow gracefully from green to gold.

They obey His will when e'er they fall to earth,

To greet next budding Spring for a fresh rebirth.

So 'tis with our human kind, much the very same,

We leave this vale of tears when we grow old,

To be reborn again for yet another lifetime's turn,

Unless blest Self Realisation, in this life we earn.

A woodsman went to cut down a mango tree,

A passing Sage called out in sudden peal of rage,

"Don't axe this fruitful tree, you'll cause her awful pain,

Let her rest in peace in Gods sunshine and His rain.

Then I think, my blessed son, you'll soon agree,

'Tis kinder to spare her life and let her fruit to be".

Alan Jacobs

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