Tree Of Knowledge

A veiled visionary climbs Yggdrasil’s winding rock-way toward celestial heights. Though sightless to surrounding fields visible along her ascending gyre toward gnosis summit, inner gaze informs her graceful steps upward through partitions dividing dimensions. What vantages reveal themselves when one willingly releases attachment to earthbound perspectives? Behind mystic blindness await treasures preserved for those brave enough to seek wisdom divested of corporeal anchors.

Concealed escorting assistants support her ascension through perilous clamber. Each step reveals a new inner sanctum hiding arcane secrets from unprepared visitors lacking contextual frameworks to securely harness such volatile knowings without distortion or injury. The drop is deep from this terrain. Only by stripping false assumptions may one stand naked in front of truth’s bark. Intelligence is awakened once ignorance is pruned by supernal gardener’s hand. Is she worthy to interface with divinity?

Though trials appear arbitrary to minds still believing reality should bend placidly around our desires – gravity’s magnetising force constantly threatens to dash head against stone. The element of risk is what makes the climb worthwhile. Danger, when faced, emboldens us. Comfort is no route to dizzying scales. Basecamp is never left, cozy and warm under blanket’s downy fur. The journey is where it’s at. The tree cannot be reached by any other means. Conducting refinements in gait as the leaps get more treacherous leads to vaster vistas up ahead. Each jump, when practiced, gets easier despite increased difficulty. We learn to trust instinctual motions without hesitation. We are nudged along, as if held up by invisible rope.

Let blindfolded seers remind — physical sight distracts inner vision turning to gnosis. Until external reference finds inward reflection through meditative mirror smoothing riled waters into clarity. Beneath confusion wisdom sleeps awaiting portal activation through self-existing presence that simply perceives. One may yet become the calm eye of hurricane once flawed lenses fall away. In new sight, climb renewed toward understanding. The Tree of Knowledge bears everlasting fruits. Taste and be nourished.