I reach into the pool of thoughts
and withdraw a crumpled leaf.
Its veins shine with wisdom and
the memory of a moment returns to me.
Then another leaf, crumpled and dry,
its prime already passed.
I turn each leaf over,
and feel a mixture of warmth and longing.
At last, I decide to let them scatter, knowing they’ll
serve me better being freed.
But there will always be more to come;
as these leaves are the moments of a lifetime,
and I am the tree.