I stretch out full length from my cherry-leaf
and gaze toward eternity:
eternity is altogether too large today
altogether too blue and endlessly vast.
I think I’ll stay on my cherry-leaf
and take the measure of my green cherry-leaf.
Oh, these dark woods
Oh, these dark forest within us
where giants slumber.
That which we call the soul
is just a wandering sun spot
beneath the trees, a cut
where the oblique light reaches.