Tree

My spinal cord with
all its nerves and

twigs of fire

is a motionless

lightning bolt

that reaches into every

hollow of my flesh,

sweetening the juice

in each berry and cell.

This must have been

the burning bush that

Moses saw inside, 

inside, for the eye 

that sees itself
is God.

The sap in this tree

is silence.

If there must come

a thunder, it will be 

the world,

not the heart.


Painting by Jyoti Sahi