Imagine the sun as a flower
& earth as a slender stalk of green!
Imagine petals as fiery novas
whose leafy tongues lick luminosity!
O shining floral trumpets
& bouquets of gold-saffron melody!
Inhale this blazing vortex –
& breathe its rich russet luminosity
how can you be glum?
|Noel:||Flowers speak a language directly to the heart.|
|Gwen:||Yes, flowers at full bloom are intoxicating. Their life cycles remind us that all things exist within larger and smaller cycles.|
|Tara:||Wasn't it Theodore Roethke who said, "Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light."?|
|Orapan:||(laughing at the pseudo-intellectual garbage being spoken) Woof! Woof!|