self, no self... <br />does the leaf know the bark? <br />the bark know the limb? <br />the limb know the tree? <br />are they seperate, or one? <br /> <br />do the roots need a name? <br />the sun and rain ask for thanks? <br />where does one begin, <br />and the other end? <br /> <br />is the womb not a grave? <br />does the soul leave the body? <br />does the fire ever go out? <br />or do the embers wait, <br />warm and steady? <br /> <br />winter to spring, spring to summer, <br />summer to autumn, autumn to winter. <br />the tides go out, <br />and then return... <br />who stands on the shore, <br /> <br />lamp in hand?<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-no-self/
