There truth lies in its kernel
breaking
to reach out
and ’round
holding a centre which lives in the chest.
That centre there raises a Flower
filled to the brim for those who surrender
as in from the back
something stirs in the stream
at last!
the waters flood in
to the widest tide
rich to the Flower which knows
of the Love held in surrender.
S.
Notes From Afar 