You could read poetry so many ways;
does it really mean an interpretation
so personal to our sense of limitations
or does it have a universal assignation?
And just as all trees have leaves,
most diverse in form indeed,
even on just one bough, no two the same;
each one designed to catch the light
and reaching ever upwards find what's bright.
A myriad of possibilities,
all reaching out to one ultimate aim
in which they are united; all the same,
and pointing to their source
from which springs their course.
The aloneness of a single leaf
which through its inherent nature; brief,
reaches up above, absorbs that universal power
from which it alone is made a whole
and that from which it came below.
Ambiguous in its diversity,
and in being; the ultimate source of all ambiguity,
containing all meanings;
bringing certainty without negation of any possibilities,
the single poet in all, eternity.
tis the ambiguous of the prothallus that oft leaves me in wonder... as will the leaf of this page when I leave in a moment... twas full of 10der shoots me thinkest.. thank you
This is beautiful and fits the many possibilities of quantum physics' many world's theory so well; all leaves growing from the same source, yet all unique and adding to the celebration of diversity and growth of infinity. A lovely write, thank you David, Kind regards, Margaret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the third stanza...depth and wisdom.Great! Thank you.