The plant grows up, a ladder to the top, Anxious to open its soul to the air, Opening only to the moment - The eternal moment's pull Drawing forth the strength and beauty. One by one the steps of the ladder draw The messenger in with the scent of Ever Presence Surmounting the necessary trials of creation Making the profound obeisance of the soul To the dim star that burns within. The light within, ever receding, pulling Towards the possessions of the Pure Soul, Possessed by the All, the especial property Of the whole, only when united with The sacred peace which nothing can disturb. Steadily as you watch and worship You will know that you have found the way When the budding bloom opens to nature's yield In the deep silence following the storm, Testing individuality's growth experience. The voice of the Succulant Flower speaks A message without form or substance Only felt after enduring the storm's fury, Living on in the lasting strength Of the desolving individuality.
Reason for writing:
It was necessary for healing at the time.
Birth sign: Not entered
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by CCat - Pisces.