Sophie Doulut, “Aladdin’s Tree”
Along the road stand crepe myrtles
Bearing grapes of flowers
Like so many jewels
Gems of the sun and earth wed together.
Their bright and vivid colors
Light up the path of humans
Who walk demurely and coyly
Ignoring the language
Of those Chinese and Japanese tokens
Of love and wealth.
They can see the beauty of their red hoards
But can hardly penetrate it.
Has everyone forgotten about Aladdin’s testimony ?
Can’t anybody just spot jewels
In place of their flowery burdens ?
Trees whisper to you humans
To stop hurrying and start taking heed,
Plucking gems from trees
Is what is expected from you.
And as you pick the gems,
A whole book of knowledge
Will be opened.
No password is required,
Sesame won’t require anything
But as you look into the shining gems,
You will see a reflection of your soul.
He that understands the command
Of Aladdin’s trees
Will be blessed with the knowledge
Of the whole world.
Such speaks the voice of the Occult
Sounding from the deep hollows
Of the cave of the mind,
And that Man shall be disclosed
All the secrets of life and after-life…
Now I’m asking –
Have you ever noticed
The brilliant stones
Borne by crepe-myrtle trees ?
Sophie Doulut, Les Arcanes de l’Esprit, 1997-2009