The Eighth Night of Creation
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The moonlight causes motion. Petals sway
So softly that their movement, more a hint,
Seems mystic as their meaning while they play
With moon thoughts. Buddha’s musings all surprint
The blossoms of the cherry trees with calm
Of contemplation. Even as limbs move
And blooms become Nirvana-like in psalm,
They barely stay in cherry blossoms’ groove
But wave lush in the realm of perfect pink
That Plato might have speculated on.
Divinity or almost on its brink
They are, more like creation’s flawless dawn.
They wait on Buddha’s serendipity,
That thought forevermore about to be.
~ Phillip Whidden