To Flower

 

To flower

in sunshine and air,

a seed falls
into the loam,

where the dead gather

like old old friends

to compost their pain

into beauty.

I am a seed.

To sing, I fall
into silence.

To radiate the light
of joy, I fall
into darkness.

To know wisdom,
I leave the dry land
of thinking

and fall into the ocean

of bewilderment.

Are you poor?

Do you desire wealth?

Be a seed.
Become poor in spirit.

Vanish into your opposite,

giving thanks
for a blade of grass,
the stillness of the swallowtail,

the rising and falling 

of this breath.







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