'On Flowers'

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Flowers are worthy of consideration,

for Flowers are always knocking and searching;

They have a warrant to raid the ineffable;

For Flowers are the unspoken hope of a root

and the un-cried tear of a seed.

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For Flowers embody surprise and

are careful to disperse themselves thoroughly;

For Flowers have a mind of their own,

they blossom as they please

with absolute disregard for how dangerous they might be -

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For Flowers are dangerous.

They are deliberately beautiful.

They pierce the air and are ruled by water.

For water goes to great lengths to blossom as a rose 

and distract you,

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as Flowers are stubborn

and robust in their inexhaustible delicacy;

For Flowers are True, and we must handle them rightly.

For some Flowers beg to be picked and admired,

others bloom unseen, silent, in secret fragrant phrases.

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Yet methods are alien to Flowers.

For Flowers are proud of their interruptions

and are not preoccupied by doubts.

For Flowers bloomed long before eyes opened

And speak where human tongues fail.

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Yes, it was Flowers who called

for eyes to be made

and mouths to sing.

For Flowers are a living concordance;

climaxes of sacramental contemplation.

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As Flowers are always honest and of integrity -

So a garden is a botanical menagerie;

a destroyer of ignorance.

Yet Flowers describe humanity

and ask only to be encountered.

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For Flowers are moments

and always beginning,

and moments are Flowers

and beginning, always,

and beginnings are always Flowers.