I know nothing about you. To you, I’m an ant Facing a mountain. Sand born in tides. It won’t help to enlarge myself, My ant-like thinking, In order to count the rings Of your passing. For you have lived for God-knows-how-long. You are older than the gods. Yesterday, I started to see How content a flower died ignoring you; And the trees Standing there with all your wisdom; Rivers are wiser in dealing with you. For them, there is no death! Many have tried to approach you. Poking at the air With professional antlers. And they think They have moved a few inches forward. See how an infant smiles? Everything speaks to me now, and I listen: This morning’s breeze combs my messy thoughts; So I can unload my weight of you flying. From now on, I’ll live like a kite, A rock, a fish, a branch. . . . Still, one day I will, again, Stop you like I do now. By then I hope I won’t Have any confusion, No more senseless Sensations. But Surrender my Whole life, Even the Lifelessness To your beat. Hearing From My Sole Up. ---LTG 2004