Tree

The Old Tree reached out and shared its leaves with me.
Generous and kind it gave unconditionally.

So many leaves flutter in the wind like your untamed
desires that have led you to sin.
What is Sin, but a point of view.
That in time evaporates like the morning dew.

Why are you so consumed running to and fro.
Have you not enough things and pockets of Dough.

When will you realize that you have enough?
When you have wasted your life and acquired so much stuff.

Owe Old Friend how tall and wide you grow.
Just feet from the rushing waters tidal flow.

Holding on as they wear your soil away.
Soon to be consumed as we all pass away.

Loves companion and friend is hate.
Awaken to you true self and peace and contentment a wait

Sankhodae Sunim