By the greatest of power
Hidden from view
The journey began
To still life with flower
Top of the tower
Infinite steps
Last one attained
To still life with flower
Colors blended and pulsed
Subtle and strong
From a distance
A never heard song
Out to the edge
Empty and vast
Peak of perfection
Then on past
With lingering glow
Absolute peace
Lasting forever
The final release
Nothing to distract
River Ocean Stream
All was hushed
Silent as a dream
Time had vanished
Gone were minute and hour
And also
Still life with flower
And now the greatest of power
Gathered to One
With no eye to See
Still life with flower
— Marc Delong
This article appears in Protecting the Night.
