The unafraid matter
My softest flower,
My softest flower,
How did you make yourself so perfect?
I wonder
How it doesn’t matter to you a bit,
If you stayed or went,
Trampled or nursed by the wind!
Clarity! Please be with me,
Let me behold this defenseless beauty,
While you are there… let my eyes and ears,
Help my being to be erect
In wonder…
The storms, the waves,
With their sounds and moves,
Not to bend
The unafraid matter!
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