A fly sits on the rose I wake up to
We stare and look into each other’s eyes
It see’s one and I see many
I ask for it's consciousness and the kaleidoscope
Appears, It asks for mine and I allow
The consciousness too much
The fly asks how I deal with the Profound
I say how to we deal with God’s?
It wonders, I try to remove it from the rose
It sits and stares claiming it
I bless it with light life and love.
It jumps and flies.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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