The Spring
Each thing, if large or small, does not have wide
Or universal meaning. Cherries bloom
And that is it. The blossoms aren’t allied
With cosmic import, are not signs of doom
Despite the fact that they will die. Instead
Each thing is infinite in value in
Itself. It doesn’t have to have your head
Wrapped round it struggling to help it win
Some bigger weighting. Schism is no slice
Between the meaning and the thing. Each thing
Is meaning in itself. No false device
Like symbol is required to make it sing.
Don’t look for meaning in the spreading power
Of petals. Focus only on the flower.
~ Phillip Whidden