Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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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