A Frightened Lotus knows no Blade
There Shadeless in the Hateful Light
A Blade knows only Bloomless Fright
See the Blade cut way the Brambles
See Her Root—It weaves and rambles
As Her Bloom unfolds Each Petal
From and to the Sharpened Metal
Now the Flower knows no Fright
Knowing Power in the Light
Now the Blade gives up All Power
Knowing All is in The Flower
Love to All,
- John O.
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