Tuesday, April 27, 2010

to flower

all that's asserted
is inclined to delusion…
like chaff in the wind.

everything we ask
lay victim to compulsion…
like love of a slave.

all yet unspoken
in unassuming nature…
has means to flower.

~csr
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