“You are a cosmic flower. Om chanting is the process of opening the psychic petals of that flower.”
“Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.”
“By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.”
“The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.”
“The grass withers, the flower fades, but Cosmic Ordering stands forever.”
“My house burned downBut anyway, it was afterThe flower petals had already fallen”