I am the bodhi tree, and
my sight knows no bounds
through my great veins course your poisons
your rage, your fear, your pain
and I have loved them as I have loved you

In my expanse I am all that is,
the universe is held within me
yet I am naught but one

I can hear their emotion
those thoughts near and far
the totality of all things perceived
is in the minute sweet nothings of my self

Soon I shall perish, and leave behind my body
so that all else may live on in my memory
and my memory may live on in all else

At times I long for something
pure something far from myself
like the unadulterated pain of death.

There is something beyond this place
touched upon, felt, while bellowing
from the very depths of your soul.

How I long to be immersed
in that whitest of whites,
in that endless sea.

But what good would it do
what point would it serve
if it doesn't change who I am
if I don't take something away?