The Flower Is The Cosmos Already 
 
It’s not what we know 
Or expect 
But what we are
Simply by existing 
Our existence is so immense 
That we ourselves cannot know it’s immensity 
Because anything we can know can only be limited 
All knowing must need time to need more of itself
Because knowing senses it’s contracted sense and can only seek time endlessly 
Thereby confirming its limited nature 
And living from expectation rather than from eternity 
But the immediacy of aliveness 
Knows no distinctions or limitations 
And the flower is the cosmos already 
Without knowing it ever