Watch the breezy silence of the tree of wisdom
In all its richness rising from your soul.
Sit down and think together with the tree of knowledge
Read good and evil from an ancient, dusty scroll.
Then close your eyes and visualize the tree of life
The splendor of the universe for you to mathematize.
Don’t touch the lavishly elaborated tree of pain
Your blood and humid lips perpetually will stain.
Stay still, don’t blink, don’t let its scheming roots
To penetrate your body, grow there, and bear fruits.
A slightly modified version of this poem appeared in The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch.