Patterns

dead-dahlia(1)

For one who moves in uncertainty, this
flower, the petals of which

gently fade, as if reason
is found in the decline of beauty
and its comforts.

But all you touch remains
touched. If silence reveals the body

of music, what can be said of darkness? Words
appear motionless until they blossom, a
pattern seldom seen yet carried to us in

all manner of conveyance. Listen,
for there is no purer voice.

Let the earth speak.

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18 thoughts on “Patterns

  1. Exquisite, like a perfectly cut gem. My soul is satisfied but my curiousity is not. Please Robert, what is the imagine at the bottom? Do you know? It’s fascinating.

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