Grafted onto corbin grafted onto proclus

Growing from a text, a flower meditates

Easy to see, to be in that progression

The sun and moon in their earthly course

Look on a daisy in communion with heaven

But when I meet insults and abuse in the modern

World hurled, pulling me away from heaven’s cycle

I go thru a spiral, caught in abuse, I cast it back,

And I am as they are, and I want what they want

Today, right now, a flower grafted from an app,

Love grafted onto the spiral of other people’s acts,

We, in a hierophanic state, and those words inside us

To speak, you are loved, in you all heaven blooms