By my muse

Flowering spirit, showering myriad life, comes all

Flower of all being in the flowers of the world

Spirit filled with colour and form

Like unto the female body

Whose soul can raise the dead

Beauty taken to her loving breast, newborn

I’d compare to the greatest love one’s ever known

Aye, a woman

Her blue eyes in a spirit-field

Bouncing from her fields in the sky, multiply

To find her, aye

The flower of the world

The flower of all being in the flowers of the world

Flowering spirit, showering myriad life, come all!