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Flower Flow
The day’s day opens to me in golden glow of time
Testing, touching my senses relentlessly
In sweet breath of perfection requesting
Inviting, invoking my patience constantly
Imploring my vigilance with her gentle soul,
the bowl of life encircling, entwining
whose bonds are essential for human potential to be.
I ask the silence how do I do? What must my action
My being be. The answer is simple, to be a wild free
Growing flower in beauty and joy ecstatically.