Want enlightenment?
Why don’t you go
and sit
beneath The Tree
of figs.
You’ve tried them
many times before..
now ain’t they sweet?

At least
when they are served
for you
upon a silver platter,
but alas..
what if they’re hanging
right above your
pretty face..
upon a branch?

A branch too high..
too far for you
to reach.
Perhaps release
of all your wanting
is the lesson
that The Tree
was meant to teach?