Beneath the Boddhi Tree



Here,

Beneath the bodhi tree,

Still see myself in this,

And this in me


Delving deeply

Into loamy earth,

Still skyward,

Stretching to embrace ashvattha birth


Shading stricken eyes

From blinding sun,

Still filtering light,

Allowing me to see that all is one


Instructed by intent,

I trace these intertwining limbs,

Still seamless in their course,

Back to the end where it begins


Sheltering this mind

From self-wrought griefs,

Still whispering serene secrets

Through its leaves


Flowering in the first season,

Ripening in the second,

Releasing sweet figs in the third,

Returning to its bareness in the fourth


Playing the cosmic quartet

Of its life,

Still equanimously dancing

To the song of joy and strife


Resting in this haven,

May I be

Still in the bodhi tree,

And it in me