floralia

we are atrophied
arrested in infancy
lapped in trifling concerns
want, desire, lust
all trivial, all meaningless
bounded by self in isolation
yielding naught but wasted precious time
we pursue this void aimlessly
assiduously avoiding essence
because truth is written
materially plain to see
in the generous gift of the flower
we must be blind
— willfully so —
not to know love
this ocean that creates and impels
it enfolds us
temporality made timeless
constancy made transformation
self made whole and vital
through ceaseless acts of abnegation
and disintegration
to give is to be
full of living grace
to want
is to remain
unfulfilled
always
and we are found
wanting…