From The Center

The essence of this flower
Like nectar sweet and pure
Rotates round its center
Joining future to past closures
As time stands still in thought only

The universe was created in an instant
As dreams are but ephemeral realities
And like the creator of this flower
Infinity is hidden in this moment

Can we find purity in death
Like nectar sweet and pure?
The wilting of a petal
Wafting within an instant of time
An instant of death
Like a dream from its center

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