Now have a look — a warm sunshiny day
Brings life upon the snow-covered earth.
The icy fur, that marvelous array,
Wrapped up tree branches, leading forth
To the elated glistening whiteness play.
As I am gazing at the branches ends,
Quest for the roots preoccupies my mind.
What power allows or prevents
The branches growth? And what kind
Of force runs all the cycles of events?
But do I need the answers? Or, instead,
It’s me still striving for the utmost life?
Is there a collision in my head?
Alas! That is my poor soul drive
To follow the sequence I am led.
February 20, 2006
Meditation
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