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.
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