And while the delicate beauty of a flower
shows the formless becoming form,
the formless
also has its own beauty,
like when its conscious silence
brings love into our eyes,
and weaves a flower inside our heart.
And in moments when this conscious silence
seems to touch all the space between the stars,
the poetry of our human heart
reveals itself as intuition
in a conscious Universe
that knows all of us within itself,
and all that’s unseen by human eye,
the moment of kindness unwitnessed,
the gentle hand that no-one touched,
and the voice no-one heard crying
for lost love,
lost dreams
or the sadness that life brings
when rain falls in our heart.
And the delicate beauty
of moments lost for ever
are like unseen flowers
in the sky of our heart.
Paul Mulliner 2022
I’m a writer and digital artist/animator based in London.
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