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I am bowled over
by the space
there is for
the tiniest of
flowers.
Their beauty
infinite
fills up
their existence
momentary.
Like love
that expands
mind infinitely
but just for
a moment.
And in that moment
are all the seeds
sown
of creation.
I am overcome
by that ecstatic joy
of union
just as the flowers
look at me
so lovingly.
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