All About Sunflowers 🌻

 
Millions of years ago a photon started
a journey from the center of the sun,
and then yesterday, it leapt from the corona’s edge
to split the head of my sunflower open.

Rarely do we delve into the laws of physics
and the fusion of suns and how surreptitious life is on the inside. The energy now has
a new identity,  a new life to be realized.  

I have a voice in my head that can only speak
to me in the terms that I can understand it.  
I wonder how many languages she knows…

We fear the unknown?  Could this be related to being unsure of ourselves?  We are unaware of the unknown because we are made blind by defining it.  We are told who we are by the charm of words.   We are told about our universe and our relationship with the universe by use of our language within our belief systems. Western belief systems are not near universal.  They’re uniquely plagiarized wisdom at best built from stories by which we know ourselves.  We have all been Job.

We are limited of knowledge, and incomplete, and so our deepest pains and joys of existence go unspoken.  

We are blinded by ignorance, as a grown man will praise praise, teaching, as a child will try and save the world in silent pain, unknowing where to begin because he’s had no guidance.  There’s a man walking along a beach in an ancient land.  He digs into the sand and finds the eggs a turtle has laid there.  He knows nothing of his gain, so he takes them and cooks them for his friends, chewing on the last of his stupidity.

There is a deep meaning in nature
that we can never quite find in ourselves.  
I think what happened so suddenly
was that I lost an illusion.  
I had to go and find my gain.  Alone,
I sit in the evening sun
I look at my sunflower, and I listen,
It fills my heart with a familiar journey.