We walk together, and

Under the tree of life,

Small, unique, infinite,

In the splendour of spiritual strength.

This I believe

-can i concieve/

Even now, only a name given,

Knowledge lacks of where risen,

Trying, piercing ever deep

Inside the core of hardness.

Even the slightest peep

Will percieve some idea of this sickness,

For which the mind infirm,

Tries and tries,

Again and again’

Over and over,

To conclude and finally confirm.