The Tree in the Courtyard

Without knowing what your name is I was lost in your being: O tall tree with your so many, many leaves: tiny, tiny and green, green greener than your round fruits your fruits each greener than any leaf. I was lost in the greenness of your many arms opened with a whole embrace open, open facing the sky and the sun and the bird. I was lost in the chattering of the sparrows in the shelter of your arms. — the shining cascade of the sparrows' voices pours over the head and face of the house — I was lost beneath the cascade. Without knowing what your name is — a cypress or a pine or a garden — I was lost in your being O tree of life...