flower

I fondle with the idea of spilling and sharing. I am a universe yet to be explored by myself. I delve deep into the underground to find the heart of the earth. I forget the flowers. Themselves oblivious of the soil that souls them . Wading life-deep in the muddy waters, the lillies choke me.

I forget the flowers

Why should they matter?
How could they matter?

Nameless confetti.
I sleep in the mother earth and hate her children.

Only because they are but the lifeless life-giving aliens that pass me by.

How does such the meaningless vessel contain so much meaning?
Here, great treasures life in jars of clay.

And such heart in flowers.