You thought your thoughts were holier than things,
that matter was beneath what’s in your mind,
and lived for what your mind in bushels thinks
and what by way of thinking you could find.
You thought that matter was inferior
to thoughts that made you feel above the world
and cared more for your active mind’s interior
and stayed enclosed in it and not unfurled.
But when you touched a mass of tiny blooms,
you felt them holier than all your thoughts,
because they are God’s thoughts, and their perfumes
felt sacred wafting from the flower pots.
You found when into deep thoughts you were sinking,
Love’s world is holier than all your thinking.
Mario A. Pita