How the daffodils bloomed today
Or was it yesterday
Before sky held sun
A Chinese proverb could tell me
Simple wisdom upon bamboo slats
Ancient shelves and vertical ink
Of timeless century
A man and his pen and a single postulate
Continents away, a meditating life
Patient with his nature
Balancing himself upon a single point
Life of a single flower
Unwrapping its holy mystery
Becoming from nothing
Escaping every eye
Except his two
Still dew in his - a lotus morning
My same sun upon his face
Reflecting awe and light
He remains, a proverb born
Watching existence
Bloom to life
As it is quiet to perish.
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