Our lives form each day
in acts of continuous creation
ever dissolving into the past
moment by moment –
conceived as a verdant garden in spring.

Lives opening as flowers in a meadow
beautiful for a time
folding to close as twilight comes
and in the night bend back to earth.

Each day something new
stumbled upon in old growth
hidden beneath broad leaves
from the past, forgotten.

Each moment a new being
as in the garden on the first day –
a sweet morsel satiating
deep and fragrant longings
opening as tulips, apple blossoms
loveliness in scents of wine
wintergreen and myrrh.

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Portland, Oregon – May 16, 2017

Photo is my own, taken May 7, 2017, in our garden.