Nursing Nutrition on Your Knees
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When humans scold you, turn to flowers and vines.
Combine them. Morning glories are ideal
As therapy or zazen. Blooms are mines
For healing meditation. They conceal
Their powers until you focus on their souls,
Curves folded in their purple petals, white
Or pink sometimes. While growing up their poles,
The blossoms always aim for sacred height
From which they offer medicine for chests
Which suffer trauma, cracked ribs or a heart.
You find the spirit curings in your quests.
A peony can also play this part.
Do not forget the roses. They unfold
A mystic’s recipe for balms untold.
~ Phillip Whidden