Do not ask, mouth or soul,

what is the meaning of the tree.
Do not search in the night for the smallness,
oh Body, of your own matter in
unnecessary parallelism with the distant
and timeless body of a star.
Because there is no meaning that is not fallacious
nor is there any materiality that supports itself,
the foundation of the tree is none other than the tree
and the weight of the body is its own weight.
Everything exists while it exists
and everything ceases to exist when it does not exist.
Do not say, mouth or soul, that nothing has reason
when reason itself is an unreason.
To touch the eclectic back of a cat
is nothing other than that: to touch the back
of something that does not exist, because neither does
the hand nor the man who moves it.