The oldest living tree
suddenly falls
in the forest of dreams.
Plummeting through
the dizzying depths
to sever the physical
reach of sentience
manifested.
As the tree’s
impermanence draws
its last breath in,
every growth ring
rapidly flashes
before the dilating
eyes of finality.
There can be
no true grounding
in reality.
The inevitable
collapse,
despite its brutality,
makes no
discernible sound,
when the grand
illusion of might
willingly caves in
and tears the
whole of itself
down.
J.M. 2025
What a bittersweet yet poignant piece. I’m grateful to have started my day with it and bow to you!
This is the author of this piece – Jamadhi Verse. Thank you so much for leaving this comment to let me know my words spoke to you today. I am so grateful to have communed with you. Thank you, my friend.
Mournful yet enriching tone, one that inspires hope and rebirth from loss. I’m so happy to once again be able to read your excellent work, J Verse!