Linden
Sun beams down softly in a summer sky
Towards the endless linen horizon following flock of geese falcon will fly
The golden grains like essence of the soul will lie
Opening is the Great Eye
The Linden tree roars in the wind smell is sublime
In wind transverses from divine counterbalance echo of time
The honey, bees make from linden nectar is delicious and prime
To understand philosophy beyond counterbalance can take lifetime
How long is eternity
If it’s not infinity
If eternal form gave its pearl of wisdom what would it be?
Would it be sweeter than fresh honey made from linden nectar by honey bee?
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