Observing The Trees Poem by Raj Arumugam

they are there;
this is what is before one;
one observes what is:
one sees the shape and the spread
or what is presented
the contours
the light and the order and the chaos;
there is no commentary
no comparison
but being with what is before one;
there is no theory or tradition
or history;
there is no naming of the species
there is no categorization or motive;
this is effortless
and no memory is made:
one sees what is