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There was this tiny flower
So much like a little face
Opening its delicate petals
Longing for my embrace.
I looked and looked and looked
As if locked in a secret vault
Where all the wonders of the world
Were hidden but ready to unfold.
And the mind, discursive seeker
Spoke to the flower in surprise
Where did you get this beauty?
What made you speak this wise?
Was it your stem, your roots?
The earth from which they spring?
Or was it the Universe itself
That forged this tiny thing?
I stood in wonder. And then….then
Suddenly I knew it’s not the earth.
It is the legacy of full consciousness
The hidden gift at human birth.
The earth, the flower and I Myself
Enlightened by the sun above
Different roles in the play of creation
One in a bond of consciousness and love.
Hans Leewens