Sunrise in the Flowerpot

With utter humility without fail you shone — you shine — with your brightness your warmth your kiss upon my flowerpot. Without fail you opened every pore you cleansed every point of darkness you scattered — you scatter — the waterfall of your tenderness into the womb of my flowerpot my flower. Dryness has gone from my stem; fresh and red my bud has opened; with your sunrise in me: my eternal love, flowing, flowing in the essence of a life without merchandise ...