Conceit of man,
That need for a reason!
Unknown selfness, essence:
Existent only in heart and mind —
Would you remain soul-shaped
Homed in a cloud, a raindrop,
In a microbe, a tree?
Would I — I, the cloud, the tree — be
The same me? Have the same
Thoughts, doubts, beliefs and loves?
(Oh, sexy cirrocumulus!
My slender pale -skinned birch!)
Will I wonder what happens after,
Seek something greater above the sky?
Will I form some story of creation,
Some reason to grow straight and true, fluffy and white?
Will I know I am a tree, a cloud?
