Circumstantially Separated from Satori
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The blossoms hidden by the hedge in dark
Of mid-May twilight still are seen from where
I sit. Their perfect pink is light, shines stark
Against the dowsing caused by evening, their
Intensity so bright they seem to make
A source of light themselves, as if the sun
Now disappearing and the coming ache
Of moon are not required for them to stun.
Poor people passing on the other side
Beyond the hedge are blocked out by this chance
Arrangement, accidentally denied
Epiphany by yew-green circumstance.
..The glory of the glowing petals still
….Is true. Veiled truth is sweetly, softly shrill.