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Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Savor The Sweet Flower

Savor The Sweet Flower
© Surazeus
2025 02 11

I want to hear the crickets in the woods 
tell me that Nature will be beautiful 
regardless of who rules the human tribe 
so I leave the house and let the door bang 
because of gravity that holds us down 
to solid necessity of the world. 

While I stand alone in cool evening glow 
among tall oaks that have grown in this place 
at least one hundred years before I came, 
and will remain long after I have gone, 
I feel the whole duration of this place 
root itself in memory of this brief hour. 

In the year the Statue of Liberty 
was dedicated with her Book and Torch, 
Lettie Quick traveled by train to attend, 
but, feeling sick, she stumbled to the platform, 
then sudden lurch of the train threw her off, 
so she spread her wings and flew to the moon. 

Our bodies remain buried in the Earth 
but our spirits vanish in nothingness 
and remain only in the living brains 
of people who knew us as memories, 
but they too will die in the turn of time 
and so our atoms become mindless soil. 

The red-winged blackbird in the cherry tree 
explains concept of social liberty, 
but I eat coconut ice cream and cry 
inside my heart because all creatures die, 
yet how beautiful is the timeless hour 
we are alive to savor the sweet flower. 

Black water of the winding river glows 
between snow-frosted banks with twisted oaks 
beneath the quaint Bridge of Forgetfulness 
where no one lingers in the afternoon 
except ghost of the girl who once lived here 
centuries ago, yet sees me in the mist. 

While everyone goes in the church to pray 
on their knees to the silent empty sky, 
I run in the woods and howl at the moon 
to express my faith in balance of change 
that light of atoms is conscious in me 
as I walk forth on path of fate I map. 

Divine light flows in waves of particles 
from first flash that flares forth from the big bang 
to weave our world in matrix of star souls 
who gather on the river shore to sing 
in harmony with birds and animals 
who ask us humans not to destroy Earth. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus visits the grave of Lettie Quick and cries while the red-winged blackbird sings about liberty.

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