Tuesday, 27 April 2021

A Flower Meditation.(Revised).

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.
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1 comment:

  1. Malcolm27 April 2021 at 11:50

    Almost a panentheistic celebration - I like the simplicity!

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