on winter walking there exists a perpetually blooming bush deep murky purple flowers en route down church street turn around corner then more down hill walking to exercise track that each time startles always in awe. even now i feel its vibrant nonchalant thereness, a kind of beloved mocking my senses into awareness of acquiesced petals floating abstractions gracing the ground. purple praised up hands against the blue beyond.
it is speaking to me, '"i cannot be denied, come unto me,
you cannot resist my infinity, gaze upon me. i am beauty."
it speaks the truth.
i am humbled to be enraptured so. hallelujah, hallelujah!
--20 july 2009
--2 august 2009
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