The silence of this flower
Is its true beauty.
Just being in her presence
Is a perfect meditation.
I look and look and look
At the fragile, sun filled cup.
Hard graft did not create this,
Just a simple natural process.
No Chinese porcelain vase
Could ever be so flawless.
In her presence thoughts grow quiet,
Cease to be a wild distraction.
This tulip, filled with sunlight.
So calm and still, yet in transition.
I sit and look and listen,
At one with all I see.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
April 27th. 2021.
Written on my birthday.
Almost a panentheistic celebration - I like the simplicity!
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