Seed Without Flowers

At the heart of a flower Is there a spiritual seedling opening? Where a vortex sings… I am the fruit the vapour Of all life! now watch me Pilfer watch me canker Watch me live and die. And then also imagine! If you can, I never flowered Nor did I ever truly open. My vapour wore on the wind… nought. Praise be because of you and the bee Happened to imagine my singing, From this none awaking, flowering Therefore you are my seedling My life that I never lived... That never pilfered and cankered, Only to dream you I existed together. My vapour wore on the wind... nought. But what is this wind but the last sighs? Of death dreaming again of Him I who never lived. I have but lived nought nor died none Before I even dreamed of you! Singing in the flowers Singing in dream song, He sang, Fragrances, scented to me. The flower that neither you! Nor the bee has yet been borne to be. You have flowered in my garden A garden, I have yet to build. And been witness to a dream Borne upon a fragrant shore That has no boundaries or earthly store. And yet unknowingly you too have dreamed Of flowers without; seed. And seed without flowers.