~*Like a lion, without fear of the howling pack, Like a gust of wind, ne'er trapped in a snare, Like a lotus blossom, ne'er sprinkled by water, Let me, like a unicorn, in solitude roam.*~ Hymn Of Buddha
Martie, this poem is poignant testimony to the wonder of open senses...the passerby in his pause, the observer in her silent appeal, and the reader, whose good fortune it is to have encountered this lovely petal of poetry, evocative in its subtle urging.
"I see from the window as you soften your vision inhaling the open petal invitation"
So pleased to have read this beautiful poem today!