Olive tree

The truthful sage
Is one who is searching
Observe the branches of an olive tree
How they desire to be separated
Though they share the same root
Draw up the same water
Are all thoughts equivalent?
With one purpose in mind
How to achieve love!
Why is a tree full of infinite fascination?
Who can invent the truth
That existed
Before the olive?
Even this poem
Only borrows the space
In which it stands.