Through jade, the sun becomes
a prism of greens, some vivid
like absinthe, some blotched
like leaves awaiting autumn.
Lao Tzu says that words can never
convey the beauty of a tree;
to understand it, you must see it
with your own eyes.
- He makes me lie down
in green pastures
leads me beside still waters -
…and what about green tea?
the way it sparkles in my cup
as its warmth comes up to
touch my lips. My soul
is restored.
And this blade of grass I hold
between my fingers, so
delicate to touch, a phantom
limb of the whole earth.
Every thought is monochrome
or covered in mint,
endless and everywhere,
is the color of your eyes.
DQ 08/31/08
