apples & other vegetables
Apples have beautiful lives. They grow politely on trees like quiet urchins, knowing all along they will be plucked. Apples, like all vegetables, smile when they are eaten, knowing their Divine Spirit, the Deva, will pass itself on to other trees. And the process goes on eternally, as if some patron of the arts with mountains of money is in charge, so the lowly apple seethes with the energy of the cosmos, is eaten, and then moves on, delighted to be, to have been, a morsel for delight.
verbena
Tonight when you looked at the moon and didnt say anything, the whole interior of my soul bloomed. But you will do, a matrix the evening settles into, soft, verbena breath, lemon body, and a balm for letting go. But how to tell you this? Words are so meaningless. I think them all day. I know.