You could read poetry so many ways; <br />does it really mean an interpretation <br />so personal to our sense of limitations <br />or does it have a universal assignation? <br /> <br />And just as all trees have leaves, <br />most diverse in form indeed, <br />even on just one bough, no two the same; <br />each one designed to catch the light <br />and reaching ever upwards find what's bright. <br /> <br />A myriad of possibilities, <br />all reaching out to one ultimate aim <br />in which they are united; all the same, <br />and pointing to their source <br />from which springs their course. <br /> <br />The aloneness of a single leaf <br />which through its inherent nature; brief, <br />reaches up above, absorbs that universal power <br />from which it alone is made a whole <br />and that from which it came below. <br /> <br />Ambiguous in its diversity, <br />and in being; the ultimate source of all ambiguity, <br />containing all meanings; <br />bringing certainty without negation of any possibilities, <br />the single poet in all, eternity.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ambiguous-leaves-of-poetry/
