This tree exists
because I am here to see.
My mind gives it
treeness.
And through its leaves,
I come to understand
soft and green.
Empty spaces
between the leaves
are filled with
shimmering light.
The tree seems
green and moves
like a cloud,
but it has no form
except in my eyes.
Ah,
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This tree exists
because I am here to see.
My mind gives it
treeness.
And through its leaves,
I come to understand
soft and green.
Empty spaces
between the leaves
are filled with
shimmering light.
The tree seems
green and moves
like a cloud,
but it has no form
except in my eyes.
Ah, the emptiness,
the shimmering light!
I feel myself scattering,
opened by this emptiness
into my own possibility.
Tom Elliott
Grass Range, Montana
