The
will-to-flower
The plants don't care
and yet
somehow they bend and break
to the power
some of it from without,
all the forces and features of an
infinite
nature,
some of it ceaselessly driven
from within.
they do not care from where
they are coming
but they do mind where they're going
I look at the lily
I watch it all day and it moves
in the untiring wind
it bobs like the apples on trees or
in the old
water-barrel
but I can never catch it flowering.
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