do not flower too well

your breathe, the stem...
you grow below the sunshine, stretching
hairs of light
breathe, your grow
with tension:
do not long to become the full radiance
where life will eat you
do not long for fulfillment,
your fingers clutch...

your tresses
your eyes
your lips

justice will break you.

you do not understand
how God encloses what is good
in the soul.

learn to love what is pure
but in tension.

each finger of a flower
turns to reveal the colors of
sublime radiance,
love and love and love
and your heart will turn
into pure joy.

hate is a form of unending envy,
do not be enemy driven
grace the thorns with armor.