In the Flower.

IN THE FLOWER. In the flower I created forms A habitat for living Moulded to shape A resonance of life. Chased across waters By propagators of demise Some cold -blooded monsters Moving in fissured guise. Images that are free Contemplations of spirit Moulding with my fingers Shapes defying definitions. Where ever I move There is the spirit There is the life Away from classifications Constructed by the race of men. Give way to spirit Beyond those trifle concepts In markets of consumption Fooled not by the trivial decepts.