(painting by Stanley Spencer)
In your hubris you
think I bloom for only you
that I exist to
color your world
perfume your air
You are so bold to
pluck me from my
roots, bundle me,
present me as
a gift from you
But I bloom for
myself alone
even the birds and
the bees do not
own me
My scent and hue
are secrets you
can never know
though you may try
I am a world unto
myself
and I hold the universe
in a single seed
—
Mag 306 is this panting of Christ in the Wilderness by Stanely Spencer
Too much hubris in the world… I think flowers bloom even if you turn your back to them
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I think you’re right
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Lovely thought, yes
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thanks 🙂
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“In your hubris you
think I bloom for only you
that I exist to
color your world”
WHAT??? You mean this isn’t true? 😉
Just joshin’ with ya. I agree with that dude on top of me up there. ^
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big smiles!! thanks
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Beautiful thought
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thanks
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thanks!
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I believe we can all say we are wonders unto ourselves! If we choose to share we’ll be there! Nicely done!
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thanks, Walt
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I hate to use the same adjective others have used, but it’s the only one that fits. Lovely words.
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thank you!
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There are mysteries greater even , than Friar Tuck !
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Indeed!
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Glorious write…
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thanks, Tess
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