ORCHID MUSING II
Rhythms stopped, noise, rhymes
humming nonsense, a space
through leaves of habit opened
no obstacle divided, veil of being
cast away, sitting there before
this flower, in its self, ourselves
no longer divided, beyond self
a work of wonder, color, design
function, genius of simple Nature
in the Master architect’s hands.
© Jan G. Otterstrom F.
October 20, 2014