Pansy



Pansy
Soul-stricken, by the violet of the pansy by the wayside
Just a single purple petal
… uncontainable
Silken and majestic, royal velvet magnanimity
Shimmering in sunlight, with what glorious, secret potency
Alive…!
She is alive, and all in motion
The scintillating purple hues hide galaxies of molecules
Which labor,     never ceasing,
 keep her stretching, keep her breathing 
And she vibrates 
It all vibrates, with a silent, humble energy
Vitality,   vivacity, and unconcerned audacity
What wonders!
How Beauty makes her nest 
in little corners of existence. 
How even when it withers 
There is something here
I know it's there
That’s infinite 

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