Tuesday, November 2, 2010

deep inside the flower


I know of a place not ruled by flatness 
Or constant risings depressions, 
 those alive are not afraid to die. 
There wild flowers come up through the leafy floor, 
 the fragrance of "I am he" floats on the wind. 
...There the love bee stays deep inside the flower 
and cares for no other thing.

~ Kabir