Thursday, 5 July 2007


Gazing at
this yellow flower
almost brings me to tears

how could it touch me so,
evoke such
empathy in me.

It strikes a chord in my human-ness
A chord in my heart.

You capture
a little part
of my love.

of my light.

under the stars
you reach

The coyote howls
and the wolve's footprints are
stamped into the soil
with the seasons,

and all the while
you, little flower
the silent hymns
of being.

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