Like a Blossoming Flower
Like a blossoming flower
I yield to the sun;
While listening to the rays of
Light fill each pore.
Never asking why,
Never asking when,
Never asking wherefore
Go I?
With bounteous profusions of beauty
That call upon the
Time of no-time--
No beginning, no end--
The poem becomes itself,
Completely itself.
Amen.
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2007
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