• The wild flower grows with too much care and nourishment, spoiling it into a thorn infested soul. Grasping it alone can hurt you. . .

    Only those with a palm of immaculacy...can grasp this lily of chastity...and may that person put the withered efflorescence to their nose and breathe the emanation of nirvana.

    From a single seed into an overgrowth of pure pink lilies that pierce even the purest of souls leading it into everlasting torment.

    The single whiff and the sensation consumes you, leaving old but yet still painful memories of one's desires.

    The flowers slowly succumbs to its own proclivity...but then the shattered petals float to the ground like a defiant bird,rest in the earthly ground of rejuvenation.

    The debilitated petals combine with the holiness of the earth,and in a scene of confoundment,a new,clumsy seed sprouts.