When time was still known as a spiral, the ancient tree was a gathering place. 

Under its towering canopy, people gathered. Sitting on the ground, they felt invisible roots growing deep into dark earth, nourishing them to rise towards sun + sky - like their relative, the tree. 

Vision-filled stories guided them to into the mysteries of above + below, within + without.

Butterfly + stag, eagle + snake shared their tales; so too the meandering river nearby.

All understood this: Knowledge untethered to Wisdom would run the river dry.

A dream - perhaps. Yet also a memory ready to be remembered back to life.

~ RW