Wordless by wordless

Compared to those written
and spoken words, there are
incomparable amounts of those
unwritten and unspoken

That may have been ignored,
yet may be sensed and perceived,
more accurately than those
read and heard — uninterpreted

One day I asked a huge aged tree,
"what have you been seeing?"
then I found a rock, sitting nearby,
"what's the use of knowing it?"

Is it from a tree, or rock, or me?
A bird chirped, piercing through the mind
Whatever comes to senses is now seeing,
feeling everything for the first time

Step by step, the world appears;
step by step, the world disappears;
only now, in the ceaseless change,
stays like the eye of the storm

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