Wizard of Tuskegee
‘When I touch that flower’, he said rapturously, ‘I am touching infinity. It existed long before there were human beings on this Earth and will continue to exist for millions of years to come.
‘Through that flower I talk to the infinite, which is only a silent force. This is not a physical contact. It is not in the earthquake, wind or fire. It is in the invisible world. It is that small, still voice that calls up the fairies.’
George Washington Carver, Wizard of Tuskegee
white butterfly
spirit of the rain
fall on my flower
in the beating deepness
of your wings’ eyes
white worlds cohere
the rain has opened the gardenias
spirit eyes open to morning
i am your bending flower
your truce of eternal spring
white butterfly
spirit of the rain
fall on my flower
secret electrician
uncoil the fielded earth
and so make of her
an opened field of prayer
we stream
deep days
dark ardors
days of air
dew pools
in my honeyed fields
drink deeply
the mingled rains are yours
the waters dream
in the sea foam of universes
it’s all one finally
if you love
white eyed butterfly
how do the blue worlds cohere
rain in a flower
rain in a flower by a bellon…
hi cc. glad to see you back.
Oh that is such a beautiful poem thank you for sharing it, like myrrh and frankinsense to the soul! It’s wonderful to hear from you lovely lady, you are magical blessed and I hope you feel as such Cx