Opening

11/22/99

Upon the flower's opening I wait

More patient now than in the vital years

When wrapped in the fullness of self and ego's rule

Devoured joy and sorrow with the salt of tears.

Slowly the Artist chisels at the crust

Sculpting with tender touch or forceful blows

The resistant stone restraining the wonder-bird

Who flies from birth to birth and slowly grows

More radiant and powerful, then free,

To new-mould a conscious being robed in grace,

Of love, devotion and humility formed

The godlike forerunner of the future race.