Look the pinkness expanding, the thick dense flowers taking over the fences,
The pedals abundantly colouring the branches, and streets.
You could easily get lost in the velvety fallacy.
If only we could allow our consciousness to expand like this
It would only take one rosey blanket of blissed unawareness
To transmit our transient experience into the longed for oneness.
“Yes but it is a fallacy”
suggests the shameless mistletoe still in full view.
“When the wind takes away all the pedals what remains?
Either ripe or unprepared fruit?”
“ Ha. I don’t think I have tasted a sweet enough fruit in all my life
and yet I would be willing to make my mind a blanket for the possibility of the fruit underneath having the sweetness i long for”
she said.
sedimentary 