Thoughts

Thoughts are the flowers,
Of the mind.
Like a prairie stretch of blossoms,
And brier-bush is lined.

It is a phrase of words,
Showing in the distant light.
Velvet to the touch,
And beautiful...in their flight.

Even like a mass of pink buds,
In meditation...coming up.
From the beautiful seepage of vision,
Where long stems reach from a cup.

And great strengths coming forth,
Focus down from shafted rays.
Flowering with intelligence,
Laid in vases...beautiful sprays.

Where thoughts giveth meaning,
And bringeth man to aspire.
Placing him more than animals,
And esteeming him higher.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Hen and Chick plant in bloom.