The Wildflower: Poetry

Life is like a wildflower,
a burst of sunshine splashed
across the petals of infinity

I see those petals
and their sheen,
both are lost in the
smile of this eccentric's gaze

There is poetry here,
but it is muted;
There is song here,
but it is unsung

Perhaps the biggest
tragedy is not in recalling
where you are or
where you're heading,
but in failing to see the
similarity in everything,
in all things,
in the Oneness... 

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