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Flower of Life
- Flower of Life -
If stars are the lights that illuminate the blackness,
Of the void we call space, which doth lie above…
Wouldst it cause human thought; a bit of distress:
To know that such radiance blazes from pure love?
Who might be guided: by such beacons of energy!
They who charted the void’s courses long before,
In gigantic crafts that lumbered for seeming eternity:
From worlds made desolate by fierce gods at war.
Love and war, what strange mates they can make!
Humans cannot fathom the tapestry of all universes.
Every habitable world is a garden, and no mistake,
Seeds were planted in plans no one just rehearses.
There are no second chances to get new life right!
New life from the ashes of old death: a new cycle.
And so it was done, amidst the primordial night…
All was done, in accordance to an intelligent will.
Call it not a god or devil, but many acting as one,
So that their culture wouldst not become so lost:
That none couldst remember, how all was begun.
Starting over sometimes cometh at greatest cost!
If stars are as eyes that watch without sentience,
Canst thou imagine what eyes looked upon they?
When all was new, amidst a great cosmic dance,
At which gods, giants, and titans came, to play…
Having given up their roles, as warrior wardens:
Playing, at making something, out of nothingness.
Many seeds were planted, in countless gardens,
Because, not a gardener would deign to do less:
Than to ensure the survival of the favorite flower!
Flower of life: by which miracles couldst endure.
One of so many secrets of the celestials’ power,
Of which little is said, when it aught to be more!
Uncanny, art the petals of the flower I mention…
Birthing energy, of a sort undreamed of by man.
Such things are only of a purely divine invention!
We know them by their place in the gods’ plan,
Thus making the unknowable something simpler.
Ask not, how I know of these matters, reader…
For to know all wouldst cause thee to whimper!
Sometimes, simplicity can make matters clearer.
If stars are the lamps by which flowers bloomed,
Upon the faces of worlds that came to be reborn:
From dead to living, not desolate nor doomed…
Being green and goodly to witness the new morn.
If this were so, and it was, then life’s cycle turns,
From baser states to higher, seeds growing tall…
From love and light, with a flame that ever yearns:
To know the voice of glory when glory doth call.
Water of life poured upon the flowers from first,
The early cycles of time, unto time beyond count.
The gardens of glory never knew the ire of thirst,
For they were watered by the most pure fount…
From primordial springs and streams most clean.
All life is formed stainless when first it so begins!
Just, as every garden becomes lush, and green…
When bathed, in the warm light that never dims.
Mortals, thy gardeners walk amongst thee now,
Tending flowers more mundane but still lovely…
Sharing our secrets as only we may know how:
By reciting verses like these and singing sweetly!
If stars are the lights that illuminate the blackness,
Of the void we call space, which doth lie above…
Wouldst it cause human thought; a bit of distress:
To know that such radiance blazes from pure love?
Who might be guided: by such beacons of energy!
They who charted the void’s courses long before,
In gigantic crafts that lumbered for seeming eternity:
From worlds made desolate by fierce gods at war.
Love and war, what strange mates they can make!
Humans cannot fathom the tapestry of all universes.
Every habitable world is a garden, and no mistake,
Seeds were planted in plans no one just rehearses.
There are no second chances to get new life right!
New life from the ashes of old death: a new cycle.
And so it was done, amidst the primordial night…
All was done, in accordance to an intelligent will.
Call it not a god or devil, but many acting as one,
So that their culture wouldst not become so lost:
That none couldst remember, how all was begun.
Starting over sometimes cometh at greatest cost!
If stars are as eyes that watch without sentience,
Canst thou imagine what eyes looked upon they?
When all was new, amidst a great cosmic dance,
At which gods, giants, and titans came, to play…
Having given up their roles, as warrior wardens:
Playing, at making something, out of nothingness.
Many seeds were planted, in countless gardens,
Because, not a gardener would deign to do less:
Than to ensure the survival of the favorite flower!
Flower of life: by which miracles couldst endure.
One of so many secrets of the celestials’ power,
Of which little is said, when it aught to be more!
Uncanny, art the petals of the flower I mention…
Birthing energy, of a sort undreamed of by man.
Such things are only of a purely divine invention!
We know them by their place in the gods’ plan,
Thus making the unknowable something simpler.
Ask not, how I know of these matters, reader…
For to know all wouldst cause thee to whimper!
Sometimes, simplicity can make matters clearer.
If stars are the lamps by which flowers bloomed,
Upon the faces of worlds that came to be reborn:
From dead to living, not desolate nor doomed…
Being green and goodly to witness the new morn.
If this were so, and it was, then life’s cycle turns,
From baser states to higher, seeds growing tall…
From love and light, with a flame that ever yearns:
To know the voice of glory when glory doth call.
Water of life poured upon the flowers from first,
The early cycles of time, unto time beyond count.
The gardens of glory never knew the ire of thirst,
For they were watered by the most pure fount…
From primordial springs and streams most clean.
All life is formed stainless when first it so begins!
Just, as every garden becomes lush, and green…
When bathed, in the warm light that never dims.
Mortals, thy gardeners walk amongst thee now,
Tending flowers more mundane but still lovely…
Sharing our secrets as only we may know how:
By reciting verses like these and singing sweetly!
Published 27th Oct 2014
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27th Oct 2014 3:15pm
Beautifully written as always dear Jessica. The imagery evoked is tremendous. :) reminds me of flutes and flowery glades...forests and streams. A magical world.
29th Oct 2014 4:54am
I am happy it brought you so much magic to read it, dearest Grace! It is quite the mystical work, and contains a great deal of power within it indeed. ;)
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29th Oct 2014 12:34pm
The universe of stars is alive within,subtle and divine,they sing with their illuminating light...Another fine creation,dear Jessica
30th Oct 2014 4:51am
Very pleased you enjoyed it, Mourganna! When it comes to the deepest mystical stuff, I tend to think on an almost (or perhaps totally) cosmic level, and as you wisely noted the universe is alive and living in all things. Poems such as this one celebrate both the origins of life and the life-force of all that lives. Deep stuff, and well suited subject matter for my mystical side to ponder and for my poetic pen to relate.
1st Nov 2014 8:45pm
"New life from the ashes of old death: a new cycle" My Favorite line :)
2nd Nov 2014 7:30am
A very good choice for a favorite line, too! It comes from what is probably one of the most truly profound and meaningful segments of the poem, especially because it references truly cosmic things. That line in particular could, just by itself, be seen as referencing not just the events depicted by the poem itself but also as referencing the nature of time and change in the universe. New galaxies and new worlds are born sometimes in the wake of pure cosmic chaos... and sometimes like phoenixes those new things rise from the ashes of older things, things that were there for a time but are now no more. It can, too, be seen as an affirmation that all things change and nothing stays the same. Since change, like chaos, is necessary to prevent universal stagnation... it can seen in a very positive light when one looks at it from that perspective. ;)
