The Flower of Life

(Based on Marilyn Friday's OBE)

They were Egyptian pyramids my soul yearned to seek —
Undying symbol of the rest, as old as unique.
An eye above a pyramid did lock me in embrace.
So, I floated in awe caught by the thrilling grace.

I wondered how I had got inside the pyramid —
The entrance sealed, the passage dark, the mummy room was lit.
The magic scriptures on the walls my eyes gazed upon,
But among them none of the signs were a phenomenon.

My soul rushed to leave the crypt and see another place —
An Osirian temple at Abydos I entered in great haste.
All of a sudden I froze up at an unknown sign,
That one of a tangled form and an unsolved design.

Its name was Flower of Life, I grasped it afterwards.
That very moment I was free of any fleeting thoughts.
To realize this symbol's gist I’m spending all my vim.
My life is Flower of Life; its most shining beam.

June 22–29, 2005