May 01 2025 - Flowers

On May first in Texas flowers bloom
they’ll burn in July.
Life is always changing
death is mercy.
Both of them miracles
born of unfathomable peace
in the center of a bell that never rang
the vibrations echo through the cosmos.
A wren flapping wings
a firefly blinks
who is there to see them?
No one seeing Nothing
I see Him everywhere now
alone and only
the flowers in bloom.

These doors of perception never closed
the madness of the midday sun
in the open desert.
Is there anything more obvious
than water in the earth
and cactus flowers growing?
In all of the world
not a single thing is hidden.