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The roots of the oak tree
Flow through my veins,
Acorns germinate in
My mind.The solid trunk of my body
Sways in the breeze,
The leaf of my hand
Glistens as the rain pours.The whole universe was
Remade at my birth,
And yet, nobody knows
Where I came from.I was born with the
Karma of everything,
A Miracle, a Buddha,
A tree, a Man.