May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children – Rainer Maria Rilke
I sat on a river bank,
On an afternoon and discussed.
The occurrence and significance
Of wisdom for all mortals
With an elderly and erudite river.
In a reliable voice of splashes
She told that a sycamore tree,
Is a Van Gogh or perhaps Monet,
While a cedar is a polymath like Aristotle,
As he knows many sciences of survival.
Banyan is Descartes that thinks
About mind and body equation always.
All flowering plants to her
Were poets akin to Byron or Dante.
As all their creations evoke love.
Wisdom is in hands of a soldier
Organizing his weapons or a farmer
Preparing a field for his new crop.
Trees survive more as they are
Obedient to nature and so are birds.
Her weighty words touched me
Deeply while I thought about her,
In a room full of books and doubts.