Dandelions
Because how couldn't you? when you see them, yellow people happy colonizing lawn. And how they open to the sunlight! and how they drift so delicate on wind giving birth and granting wishes.
And such nutritious! They are a thousand fools who say "Weed" spend money to kill them, them who love they and would feed they glad with bitter vitamins.
Hear them speak to the morning, and say Gratitude to the sun for nourishment. And whisper scented words to the bees of lust and desire.
Perceiving reality this way we see the bee dance one to the next and gather pollen and alight; but this is not the only way -- and if you angle the universe a bit you and I become flowers and our lovemaking only the intercession of transdimensional insects feeding on our psychic effluvia; so is it too for the people of the lawn, I think (and what sweet spirit-honey can be brewed from two bodies entwined in the dark!)
Ever-patient returners of the dead lands back to life, they follow our footsteps across the globe and generous attempt to make amends to the soil; and left to the rule of the flowers the world would be a million better off, I think.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
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