Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Smelling a heaven pearl...

It is a ring of simple petals. In a single surprise as if saying, this is not what I expected. It is color in one shade that doesn't flinch but meets what fate hands out. The slender stem broken and placed in clear water in clear glass, so that there are no more days outside. Near round-faced green petals and there are no bees and no seeds to form. And the earth that seemed so certain always right below is gone. And all it seems to say is I see with my one way of seeing that I will live what life I have left in someone else's house.
Remember... pain is as frost is to some plants: it strengthens them. Pain is very important in the transformation of a person.


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