I search and search through endless streams,
for some contemplation that satisfies, as your touch,
even the thought of drinking from your cup;
The only thing I’ve found is drinking from my own.
“Look boy,” spoke the old tree, “you’ve been here a long time.” Startled, Diadem jolted awake. From his lips he let slip into the moist air, “Did you just speak to me?” The wind rushed and Diadem braced to hold his posture. “Quiet, boy. This is no foolish matter.” He recognized that maybe just this once he should hold his silver tongue. The old Grimly tree continued. “You did arrive here many ages past, long before me, and still you are stuck.” Befuddled, Diadem tried to intuit the true meaning of the tree’s words, if indeed it was saying anything at all. It was rather difficult to believe that now he was talking with, or at least hearing the words of a tree.
“You see I’m a tree,” it went on, “I have only ever had a perspective of the world around me from right here. It takes a long while for me to branch out to the world, let alone to the cosmos. Sure every now and then I pick something up that gets left around by the locals or travelers, but for the most part it has been just me, and mine. Which of course is yours and everyone else’s too, but that’s beside my bark.”
Now Diadem was sure he was in his own mind, but this was something he felt was of importance to him. He stayed quiet. “Are you listening boy, you ought to listen to this,” it swayed, “I’m pointing out that you have had all the opportunity to reach the corners of existence and you still can’t figure it, let alone you, out. The perspectives you’ve shared have long resonated their truths with you.” Diadem relaxed, and attempted to sort out his head. “Is this some insanity of mine tryi…” The old Grimly stirred up the wind again. “Now boy, this is no insanity of yours trying to shake your limbs! As if you even had limbs worth shaking,” the tree chuckled derisively. “Insanity would blow those tiny saps away.”
Diadem stayed quiet, indicating he was ready to listen. “Once again the Grimly moved onward. “You have everything you could possibly need not to mention the potential for everything and more.” The tree fell silent. Diadem started pacing out time in his thoughts. “So how long have I been here?” The old Grimly howled, ” Long enough for you to be stuck boy, and that’s the worst you could be. I’ve never left this place, and I’d still rather be a tree than stuck.” The woods sang an eerie tune. Diadem pondered.
Reaching towards your face I hear you say, “Burn me.”
Condemnation I’ve been struck, the right cord plucked.
Now I prepare the sail, to travail, with sights on the grail;
I’ll find the way, compass arrow, chasing sparrows.