From the sandy hillside, this tricolored heron
walks the stone steps with more dignity
than our President, and surveys this world.
As it was in the beginning, now
my intercessions rise with his winged leaving.
It’s about the courage to let go.
Is that the right word for surrender?
Staring into it. Mindless. Egoless. Not knowledge.
Not intellection. Knowledge is full of labor,
but love, full of rest. Contemplation. Unknowing.
Influenced by reading the The Cloud of Unknowing and The Book of Privy Counseling
To produce this obscenely large flower
with its strong odor of rotting flesh
(attracting the flies that pollinate the flower),
plant this Devil’s Tongue ten-inch bulb
six inches deep and pray for protection.
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