Earthly Immanence and the Ancient Eastern Soul

Edwin L. Young, PhD
1964

I lay on a bosom of green

as empty as ever I’ve been.

My limbs are flimsy and brown

and voices seem nothing but sound,

as I lay on a bosom of green

as empty as ever I’ve been.

My veins feel the upward course

toward the home of their windy blue nurse

and my leaves start to breathe with a lover’s ease,

as I lay on a bosom of green

as empty as ever I’ve been.

No duties have I

but to ponder the sky

and wait for my fruit to appear

with the blossoms of spring still near,

as I lay on a bosom of green

as empty as ever I’ve been.