Push The Way

The petals of the pink flower melt in the night.  I see shadows around the stem, but I just adjust the light.  Being part of the flora places me away from the fauna.  In the sleep of the winter, I can see beauty in both pink and white.  I need not be the only meaning in the land of zen.  The garden can be in my mind's eye, and I can continue to be Rinpoche.  There is not hatred, but merely boundaries, for an Asian colony rising.  Confucius sisters come to me in the day.  There are three, but they are called twins.  They are tall and lean like the perfect willow tree.  On meeting, the holy one introduces her family tree to me with the searing eye of Tao.  All will be well.  The flower inside of me will introduce a new family tree to The Middle East, and The Far East will begin again.  Let us all dance in the ballroom tonight, and Assad will be free to be his affinity.  Push The Way and find a new day.