Blurred trees

Blurred trees

All along I thought I was a tree

and I thought your tree was planted next to mine

and I believed our roots intertwined

and drank in the same source of life

But the wind of the north has been ever blowing

revealing secret meanings that were stamped on the palimpsest of my life

blurring the contour of the two trees that stood side by side

After all, we are not the trees we thought we were

we are here without being here

we exist without having a physical presence, without being contained or limited by anything

we are the trees and the soil and the marshes and the horizon line and the sky

we are everything and we are nothing, and we are free to move and dance as we will