To ride the universe moving through us
Being the flowers and the weeds
Tasting and blossoming ourselves
Or being the chair and the cup of tea
In relaxed contentment, no other self
Born into a thousand leaves
That are filling your infinite consciousness
You're taking on the mood of the tree
You cannot lie, just grow inside
There is a tree blossoming there
A lasting movement of the universe
There's nothing else for you to care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting. Is this a personification of a tree, or a depersonalization, or total transcendence into the natural world? Either way, very evocative and well written.