A Poison Tree
"A Poison Tree" William Blake I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.
William Blake's poem takes on an alchemist process of the soul when one holds wrath within. Here, poetic portrayed and metaphorically communicating it as "A Poison Tree."
One may find an inner peace in oneself that is blissful, everlasting, true and pure. To center oneself; to know oneself and always come back to one's spiritual center is a meditative practice that keeps ourselves connected to the ground and to the heavens; this makes us stronger, confident and true to ourselves.
However, that does not mean that whenever one encounters another soul, that peace will keep on shinning brightly without any change. One can choose to open up and interact with another; thus, this is where the mutual exchange of energies begin. Our electromagnetic energy can be perfectly balanced with ourselves, yet that may change when we encounter another person with another energy; as these two persons communicate and connect, the spiritual experience of our beings interact with each other in many levels, with or without our conscious mind. At this mutual interraction of energies, one may spark the other deeper notions about oneself, in reflection, in communication, in experimentation, etc. At this interraction, some "negative" aspects can submerge as well, in this case: anger or wrath. If these two persons are considered friends, then the one with the wrath may express their emotions as the other would understand. Simple solution presented in the first line of the poem.