A Flower
Gentle,
And loving;
There is nothing more
This flower can be.

I sense the feeling;
It senses my sense.
I sense its living;
Immense, and grand,
Its short life span
Within its seasonal cycle.

I touch the flower.
It touched me.
Deeper than touch:
It pierced right through
To my soul.
It pierced and left it’s mark.
A mark of Love.
A mark that only a flower could leave.

But in that piercing
Touch, I felt a fire,
Felt its burn.
A pyrotechnical display
That no-one but I could see.
I became that flower.
I saw its light and its life and
The Life that is Light.

‘Twas then that my sepals
Slowly did open;
Curled back, slowly;
Blinding my stigma with
The Light of the Sun.
In the morning’s rays I
Did stretch, and yawn,
And one by one my petals
Opened – opened to the Light
Of the Sun.

And with a thousand others
I bent to the Sun in east,
Followed its course through
The Heavens,
And bowed humbly
In adoration,
To the west
At dusk.

I am a flower of God.
No longer the bud,
Closed to the Light of the Sun,
And here do I dwell,
In this earth field full
Of the closed buds
Awaiting to be opened.

And once these buds may see
The beauty of an open flower
Like me,
They too, may bow to the
East, in adoration,
And bow to the west humbly,
And spread, and multiply,
Till with Flowers of Love,
This field may be filled.

A carpet of open flowers
Fit for a God to walk on.
Then shall the Gods walk
On Earth.
Then shall we flowers be
As the Gods,
Beings of Light;
Beings of Life.

Then shall the Earth be
The Heaven it is.
No longer the tangled
Labyrinth of thorn-clad,
Vines and parasites,
But the field of
Flowers of the Sun.

I Am
Yes I am the thief.
Yes, the thief.

Crime for me was
Not as crime for
The convict,
But crime still.
Still and ever more:
Crime.

I am the thief.

I am the brain.
Yes, the brain.

I am the nerve center
Of that body known as me.
And I am me.
The brain of wisdom;
The brain of analysis;
The brain of control.

I am the brain.

I am the expression.
Yes, the expression.

I am the expression
Of my thoughts:
The artistic expression;
The emotional expression;
The linguistic expression;
The facial expression.

I am the expression.

I am also the lover.
Yes, the lover.

I am the lover
Of my lover:
The lover of life;
The lover of the brain,
The expression,
And the thief.

I am the lover.

I am the hope.
Yes, the hope.

I am the hope that
All may come,
And all shall remain
So my love of life,
The brain, the expression,
And the thief
Will be there for
All of time.

I am the hope.

I am the builder.
Yes, the builder.

I build my dreams in air,
Castles of mine:
Castles of mind.
Castles that are the
Expression of my thoughts,
Of my desires.
Castles in which I shall remain
For all of time.

Yes, the builder.

I am always the way.
Yes, the way.

I am the way to my dreams,
My castles, and my expressions.
I am the way to my mind.
I am the way through my brain.
I am the fulfillment of my hope.
I have built my self.

And as the thief,
I have taken my way
Away.