With sharpness of the waning crescent’s blade
Left in the crown which bathed in moonlight
Harvest raw and pure essence of white jade
Show great gratitude for this prudent sight
Pour out ruby red wine amid the dark
Offer it to roots full of sacred might
Glide your thumb over the deep fissured bark
Read through the script that rules of men forbid
Unbind while decrypting its rigid mark:
Cosmic spool of thread which the heavens hid
Backstitched every leaf with the logos needle
Thus bestowing on every sage – a lead
Crucial when solving the omni-life riddle
Concealed with much care in an acorn’s hat
Dropped by a jay-bird during a swift fiddle
On the ground or into it – as simple as that.