The Garden of the cosmos

A prayer to become strong and bloom in the vacume of space.

Blooming in that midnight garden,
that even the softest soul might harden,
a flower of ephemeral beauty
sprouts on that midnight floor;

Its petals never fading ,
of purple and every shade of
many more colours that men
knew of since yore;

Men forever wondered ,
what flower had not sundered though aeons it had spent rooted
upon that icy shore;
and so men stood in awe and wonder as those had stood before

I sit under this sacred flower ,
well beyond the midnight hour ,
rapt in awe and beauty as many have before;

I sit in meditation and prayer
as I pray to earth and the air
for that power the thrive -- The
power to bloom-- As that flower has in that cosmic garden on That icy shore.
- Siva

Author's Note

be merciless