Sunday, November 7, 2010


A petal
So delicate
Droplets of water on it
Each reflects in its own
A version
A mirror solitary
A view of its
Own perception
Of reality
Shake the petal
Watch the droplets fall
The visions are gone
They splatter on the floor
And they're gone
While they fall
One gets a distortion
A bent view
In and of each bubble-shell
Of fantasy
And they all
In their own twisted way
Depict what is
And what will be
For change and its effect
Are universal
And so even in loss
There is gain
For a little while
We get a view
Of that beyond all
Of eternity
In a solitary perspective
And in all its crystal

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