The Choicest Nectar
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Mark Heathcote
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Doesn't every rapid waterfall, need rainfall?
As one flower opens another is spent.
Every water droplet evaporates - what isn't
Heart, life without a life - doesn't drink.
It is only the vine that climbs, thinks
I am not the star that gives radiance —
Every bird fly's in the eminence of its own reach
That, what reaches resides in its root.
What flower hasn't been pursued by a bee?
What bee hasn't dogged the choicest nectars?
In our own hearts, ultraviolet light, here too,
Unseen a bee, a bloom, forms from higher energy?
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