For my motionless friends

..."There is a motionless tree" by Octavio Paz. Near the end of his biography at Nobelprize.org it says this: "Eliot Weinberger has written that, for Paz, "the revolution of the word is the revolution of the world, and that both cannot exist without the revolution of the body: life as art, a return to the mythic lost unity of thought and body, man and nature, I and the other." His is a poetry written within the perpetual motion and transparencies of the eternal present tense."