
People are no different to trees, even in the wild they are pruned by nature, via the gale, the wind and the rain, the occasional hailstorm. Human Beings need nourishment in all forms, for our body it varies from culture to culture, from family to family. Feeding the human spirit is no different, we dance, we sing, we read poetry, stories.
Through all these sessions of nourishment is the shared intangible connection of the human heart. We forget how poisonous our heart has become if we leave it unchecked. We become the poison.
I am the poison first before I point my finger at anyone else. My father named me after a tropical forest tree. As I age I have embraced my name sake, as the rings on my trunk are added, I’m thicker, stronger. But if I ignore the rot in my heart, to the very…
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