KARUNA OOSTENDE

The Golden Flower

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So love grew up between us like a flower,

Though neither made a sign, or breathed a word,

Content to watch it growing hour by hour,

And see its petals by the breezes stirred.

 

At length it grew to such a breadth and height

It stood there like a mighty forest tree,

With thousand glorious petals golden-bright,

And I could not see you, nor you see me.

 

And so the flower, for both, is all-in all,

Though each is in the flower, the flower in each,

And each in each, for ever, past recall –

A mystery this, beyond the grasp of speech.

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​Sangharakshita

 

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