Every being capable of fulfilling its nature in becoming.
Sceince grew the classifier, but earth gave him breath, as earth
Grew Sphagnum - wherein the potential of Adam’s life was hiding.
Now Adam had found no cognitive soulmate, and, after hunting down
Dozens of Sphagna, he had fallen into a deep sleep. In the moonlight
The Chief Scientist woke him and said, ‘Aren’t you glad
That nature is not so inscrutable that she cannot wear your names,
Nor so constant that each naming is not a fondling of life,
A tiny homage to all species that have survived? All that they are
In the intense and lovely sense of life has no meaning at all, unless
You are there to give it! If Nature would be so incomplete without you,
You would be incomplete without her. Shall the least
Of things, Sphagnum, with the meaning you call ‘auriculatum’,
Have more value than your own life that you say has no meaning?’
The Chief Scientist called the unending rhythms of nature ‘Eve’,
For they and the secret processes in human lives become one body,
Truth in process of self-revelation. Now when Adam saw that Eve was
The mother of all truth and meaning - which still needed his fatherhood -
He embraced her. Now words that were never botanical rise in his heart
Even as the flowers spring, forever new from the bounteous earth.