you lived the reality of
BECOMING the flower:
it nourished you

you inhaled it,
drank its colour,
breathed its aire

you were ALL -
an everything,
a raw nature

II.
i could stand
& watch
& listen
& describe this scene
as it looks from my vantage point

and totally miss the ESSENCE
of your experience

what is in your "mind,"
what is in your "emotion"

III.
here is the puzzle:
we are made of the same
universal stuffs,
you & me,
we inhabit the same world,
universe:

we both use similar
behaviours,
as if Life employs us
in a Relation, somehow

we are at once bound
to the same Physics,
and our biology differs
only slightly

we both have "lives"
we both are here to
engorge ourselves,
lay seed,
then die

we both make our way
under the sun,
here,
in this time and place

& we share this
in utter seriousness
with other sentient beings,
switched-on & ALIVE

IV.
the bee dies, here, in front of me -
is it "suffering"?
& how would i really know?

i am pinned down:
i cannot decide whether to
play god and end its "misery"
or play the other god, and ignore its misery

V.
we, here: both
of the god mind, in association,
in the Life Scene, turning
toward each other
in an Analytical Experience

VI.
how can i
venture toward aesthetics
at a powerful time
like this

except -
just to SAY it?