When attention becomes attachment
becomes desire becomes despair
you know you’ve watered it enough
even if it doesn’t flower this year
you go on pruning.
A few yellow leaves
mistake your glance
for blooming
which says what about
your own bare branches?
But if you turn your head to the left
you can see the flame of stillness
burning in the silence
as if it had invented love
or was just about to.
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