I watch in 3D, yes, even without TV,
a flutter so ordinary, so extr'ordinary
because I have to watch, then dream,
imagine,
travel new paths, beyond my sedentation,
beyond my education;
Every minute, every day, I remain in
wonder.
Around me lies miracle, yet all is
ordinaire;
even this seed, even this tree, even the
memory the seed hath wrought to reality.
Every vein, every root in memory, planted
by the seed to seek
the ordinary mystery in the never- and
unknown,
to wet its being, to feed the self as it
grows to be, whose shared community brings forth
the corpulent beginning of a vein turned
to thousands, toward neighbors and simple place,
to feed itself, its leaves, its bark, its
invitation to share and seek its neighbors --
all from the beings who compose its legacy
with ours all in magical verse within its seed.
Though we cannot read its, as it cannot
read ours, we share the wonder of life in community, all wrought seed by seed,
reading together, growing stronger as one
...
and yet, only having grown through the gifts
of each other
and millions of species together from a
single seed
and the mystery that has lain before and
lies beyond.
