The UNDERWOOD. Page 9. Chapter 3
The UNDERWOOD. Page 9. Chapter 3
The story continues. “The Journey to the Summit"
‘The Astrology Orchard’
A forest falls upon my gaze, ethereal voices break the haze
obscured by ancient mists of time like an all-immersive pantomime
Lines of trees standing tall and straight block our passage with no gate.
“Halt who goes there”
A commanding voice bellowed out
“err, just a wandering stranger”
Back I shout.
“We don’t like strangers in these parts, now turn at once be gone... depart!”
“But I have heard tails of an ancient orchard, It’s this I’m seeking”
I reply, not being awkward.
“I don’t care what it is you seek,
I am a sent-tree, what I speak,
Is the law around these parts you’ll find.
Now begone... afore I change my mind”
That sent-trees not a very friendly chap.
I was thinking... when all of a sudden I saw a gap
“Right, I warned you once to turn back”
Then with his twig, sent-tree gave a twack.
“Ouch! what did you do that for?”
“Now clear orf, whippersnapper or I’ll twack you more”
“But I can clearly see a gap.
Please let me pass now, there’s a good chap”
“Don’t be daft, you can’t see that”
Said sent-tree firmly rooted in his habitat
“Well, I clearly can, there, next to your trunk,
that dear tree, you can’t debunk”
I exclaimed, with incredulous gasp,
and with that, we dashed incredibly fast
though a gap which morphed into a wide opening portal
Leading us to ethereal realms... eternally debarred from mere mortals
Inductees equal find cohesion, ourselves conjoined within the orchard
Which up until then elusively and continuously thwarted
With the line of Sent-trees gone from view
We found ourselves in pastures new
A planted with a vast array of tress
This was the orchard that so appeased
many said this place was just a myth
‘The Astrology Orchard’s nectar, ‘pith’
‘Pith’: The choicest most essential, vital part of some idea or experience...
that only this orchard could impart The holiest of holy orchards we sought, Now we, at last, had found its source. Standing under Underwood's canopy, entranced, and spell-bound by empirical knowledge.
Our sojourn had taken us down many a path
Terrains jiggered with rocks and crags, impossible to pass
We had persevered trusting naught but intuition
moving us onwards thought the dark dank groves and forest
whose branches looked like skeletons with arms outstretched to grab unsuspecting passersby.
Down into valleys, lush and green and flooded plains with blood obscene that drowned the souls of death departed who ascended or descended to whence they parted.
Seen kings and queens and armies grand who fought for peace upon their land, and marauders intent on havoc and mayhem saw good suppressed and darkness take them.
Had comrades lost entwined in trunks and other strangeness we can’t debunk.
Been elated, ecstatic, euphoric, drunk.
Smelled sweet as a rose and as putrid as a skunk.
From the Alpha to Omega and all points in-between
Squished through tiny gaps that can hardly be seen.
Been unable to pass through an infinite wide doorway that led to places far away. Grand distances hitherto closer than our breath.
Throughout all the wonders in this strange landscape, imprisoned without bars and no escape. Venturing onwards up steep inclines to dizzy heights yet been so blind, even once perched upon its summit our soaring hearts dismissed, and watched our plummet.
Depths of despair ensued with a grip of steel so vice-like, clasped around our collective fabric, feel so dejected, all were ejected. Spat out into a fiery fate, consumed by flames and thoughts of hate.
Like the phoenix with its wings outstretched soared through dankest clouds of disrespect. Diving, plummeting downwards like a pebble then soaring higher than the Pantheon’s highest of thrones.
We watched the swelling Orb lifting from the entrails of the netherworld. ‘Rar’ the Solar Deities lustre, illuming brightly, its simplicity and veracities to tell.
Fore Yea! I tell ye all to harken... All our answers are to be found, some quite simple, some profound.
No journey needed, nor must we take, to gain this wisdom deemed that us forsake.
The Astrology Orchard’s fruit of human kindness are delectable, plump, ripe for picking and to use that phrase ‘finger-licking’
Mouth-watering, nectar, sustenance of the Immortals
Reveal your course, unroll your journey, fate now grants you power of attorney. To become an advocate of deeper insight, and unending ancient wisdoms to partake
The long lost hidden trail of poets, mystics and of mesmerism immersive.
The parallax dichotomy combined, unified now as one in mind.