Weeping fig's branches hang languidly
over the roof of my verandah
I stand, quieted by her beauty, and,
in the silence, I hear –
the sound of chewing...
Within this hidden sanctity
I search for the source, and find –
a caterpillar
devouring a leaf
My heart swells!
I am one with the caterpillar...
I am one with the tree...
In this moment of glorious communion
I close my eyes
and know...
God is me
God is the caterpillar
God is the tree
And God is the sound of chewing,
and the glorious silence...
All at once.
(Cindy Lee - edited 20 Aug 2021)
