Towards the Source of Life

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.