I still know nothing
but consider the heart
as flower, as door;
flower as carrier
from earth to sky;
each stem a work
in translation,
rooted in an original
story, evolving, the
heart of which,
branching into
constant revision,
continues to echo:
this is how,
becoming.
Nice poem on describing an anatomy of a flower.
Thanks, Jam : )
Beautiful!
Deep bow to you, friend : )