there is an oak tree yes all red in the shade
yellow too in its tresses, crisp and vibrant
though the air seems still and silent
but then a steady footstep, crinkling with yes
an early autumn witness along the path
there is an early spring bloom yes,
all green in singing its being blessed
in rich sunlight all yes in a blazing change
that has rearranged the fossils of winter,
there is a yes that bears the bitter cold,
A yes told to the whys of winter, all maybe
in a stark bitter frozen yes
a determined yes,
determined less those lies that surround us
would consume the very flame
which has no name
but says yes in the dark cold night
there is a yes built nowhere, unseen
but yet something a yes the believer seeks
a yes the lover knows and reaps
a yes greater than that which is known
sown in silence yet not a yes of self-reliance
rather that which is expressed in a yes all yes
in fidelity and openness, a yes that gives rise to all other yes-es
by proclaiming yes I am yes.
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