In former days the flowers spoke to me In silent tongues of worship blossoming, Joyous in the soil's fecundity A fragrant riot of colours worshipping.
As I learned their simple language of delight Thrusting from the hard protecting seed Replete with knowledge or divine insight They taught me the uncomplicated need
To grow with roots in earth and lifted high Their brilliant masses singing in the sun To flourish in a rapture of the sky Towards the source of life, the radiant One.
Poems Undated (1727)
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