Leaves;
Part of the tree.
Leaves,
Of which tree
Is part,
For both are
One.

Twisted mass;
Sinuous branches;
Xylem and phloem
Flowing with Life.
Alas,
If this tree were
All eternity,
And all the universe,
I am the leaf.

I am the leaf
Fallen to earth.
Distraught with grief,
To dust endured,
Such pain procured
By my insolent
Questioning of
All.

The leaf sustains
The tree,
And the tree the leaf,
For both are
Of the same
One thing.

Through mysterious
Universe,
I am One with you,
And One with
All,
For you too
Are leaf of tree;
You too
Did fall.
On different branches,
Maybe,
Different soil,
But we both are of
The one beauty,
That is All.

Universe: my tree!
My sustenance!
Universe, which
I sustain;
In which I remain
All but balanced
As an imperfect being.
(But shall ultimately
No longer be.)

To dust I fell
From the universe,
Till from dust’s
Lessons and from
Dust’s laws,
(Minimal part of
The Law of All)
The labyrinth of
Creation’s roots,
Which permeates
This earthly
Soil,
Does feel it’s
Way into my
Heart,
Taking me back
As the intrinsic
Part
Of All
I always am.

Then through the
Veins of the
Universe tree,
My spirit essence
May flow free,
And merge with All,
And feed you leaves
Who feed the tree.