By my meditation seat
I place the camellia
that fell from a bush
by my front door.
To the Goddess
of Beauty I offer
its empyrean of petals,
choir upon choir,
the clustered symmetry
of a thousand galaxies.
No need to ascend
to a higher world.
Just look, my friend,
a little more deeply
and you’ll see Sri Chakra
bursting from the frailest twig,
Lakshmi gazing back
from every raindrop.
Photo: this actually is the camellia
that fell from a bush by my front door.
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