It is foolish
to let a young redwood
grow next to a house.
Even in this
one lifetime,
you will have to choose.
That great calm being,
this clutter of soup pots and books -
Already the first branch-tips brush at the window.
Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a redwood.. a giant sequoia.. a wonder of a tree.. like the wonder of Life, of the Universe.. of Beauty itself.. '' immensity taps at your life. ''