Poem: Meditations Under a Tree

mb3-MeditationsThis tree existsbecause 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

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