My Best Bouquets
My Best Bouquets
Exotic crocuses and ferns, Appalachian Trail …
Baby’s breath that takes one’s breath away -
Orchids and epiphytes near inland waters of KwaZulu-Natal
A few from Fynbos, near Table Mountain
Even a national flower, the Protea, illegal
To take (when we camped only once, New Year’s weekend, when I was innocent and practising Yoga)
From my mountain, near my grandest river, the Tugela ...
At the Drakensberg. Even my street had that Name
They are not on my table, here in Virginia
No, not even in Maryland, a Great State …
Nor in Athens (Ohio) where all roads lead to
(or leave forever)
Nor even in some backyard, of friend or former foe
I never picked these. Not one!
The Universe thanked me for Consenting Consciousness
For sharing more of Presence, less of clutter and Form
When all forms go, only Consciousness - the One - remains.
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