Sunday, June 18, 2017

Summer Valentine

If a plant were to speak to us
We’d think it had a spirit in it
But if a man says something
It’s just another recording
All spirits are fearful at first
The summery way they dismiss
The reality we claim to know
The perception of which
Is our first spiritual act
If consciously conceived
What the plant is mirroring
Are the flowers and the fruit
Of a language we are just
Re-learning to speak

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