We talk about trees, colours, snow and flowers
Without realising the beauty of life around us
Never once releasing the inner meanings of being
Disregarding the emotions within for fear of reality
Within the multiplicity of individual leaves exists a primordial ‘leaf’
On the model of which all leaves have been woven, drawn and circumscribed
wrinkled and painted
But by a clumsy hand
In such a way that no exemplar would seem to be correct
And reliable as a faithful copy of the original shape
We walk around feelings of love and devotion, betrayal and death
Without realising the beauty of life within us
Never once releasing the deeper meanings of love
Disregarding the emotions within for fear of rejection
Within the complexity of individual souls exist a primordial ‘soul’
On the blueprint of which all souls have been composed and constrained
Furrowed and painted
But by a clumsy hand
In such a way that no paradigm would seem to be correct
And reliable as a faithful reproduction of the original shape