Once, I was a flower bud that flew off
and thrilled that I was unnoticed.
Traveled and meditated,
on the soul mountains,
fished irresistible truths
in the mystic ponds,
met several cavemen,
who never existed,
and one day got lost.
As lost like a kid i was,
and tired like a duckling,
lay myself on the brook.
I knew my life was over,
for i was born a deaf bud,
now will be same when dead,
learning never to be a flower.
then u took me from the swamp
and put me on your dense hair.
and I bloomed.
and I bloomed.
and I bloomed.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
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