Ride The Universe

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

by Edward Durand

Comments (1)

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.