A Tree Overlooking Existence (poem)
by Tim Kavi
A tree, I'm looking for
where I'm the same
in Nature grown
And what is known
Flows in a sweet refrain
of my existence, la la
Where gladness pours
across the flowered meadows
where the sunlight feeds the tops
of the seated places
where my sadness goes in retreat
of my existence, la la la!
lost in space
from the Earth's froth, my roots
run deep into the watered ground
across the withered plains
there's a forest, by the winding brook
of my existence, la la la la!
collapsed in time
superpositions, gray matter
fired neurons across a landscape
bring disturbing visions that promise peace
something's not right, in the light
of my existence, fa la la!
We, my fellow primates and I
are sitting in the treetops
safe where we imagine we see all
heavenly thrones of power
dripping knowledge, like raindrops
of our existence, fa la la la!
there it is; the quieting path below
one we have sought,
in silencing reverence
as we descend and ascend
the ladders of the places we've got
of our existence, fa la la la la!
there in the calming spaces
of the open vistas
the countrysides and rocky
paths and highways
that shine to us
Peace! in the open arms of our existence!
