The sunflower and the abacus master
The abacus master of the lost land of eternity
Click click as you hear him
Counting his beads
Tak Tak Tak as he taps his shoes
Dancing is his passion
The spark of his divinity
He glides around
lifetime after lifetime
Knows all the secrets
Knows all the count
He called to those untethered ones
The valley, the mountains
The flowers especially
He saw a sunflower
Dancing with pure delight
Though the wind was out of beat
Swaying her all around
Losing some of her seeds
Here and there
But she was in complete trance
So was the abacus master staring at her
Like the gentleman he is
He asked the sunflower
Can you give me a day,
A minute or an hour
Let’s waltz down the boulevard
And await the sun behind the mountains
Sunflower beamed with joy
The wind picked up
His strength and speed
No longer was she bounded
Finally untethered
Spreading seeds wherever
The master took her
They sailed through the strings
Of guitars and empty fields
Turning both ‘round and ‘round
Until the busiest of spring
And beyond the horizon
They tangoed towards
The edge of the world, both on tiptoe
Finally the sunflower felt tired
About to wither and dry
Looked at the abacus master
With wonder in her eyes
Go on child, don’t be shy, he said
So she spoke, I wanna know
Where you live
That lost land of eternity
The one you call home
The abacus master breathed deeply
And sighed
Stardust in his nostrils
So he sneezed
They both giggled and laughed
As galaxies formed
At a not so distant space
Creating a community of stars
Racing near the milky way
The lost land of eternity, my dear
Is where you don’t notice
The presence of an observer
called time
where today becomes
a collation of nows
while immersed
in the moment's state of flux
keep searching, you’d never find it
relax and just be
and you are already- here, my dear friend
the sunflower disintegrated
back to the tides of the ether
fused its awareness back
to a larger constituent
happy in the knowing
floating, unencumbered
the moments she spent
with Mr. Reaper
is now forever in the halls
of her lost land of eternity.
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We had wild sunflowers, spread by the birds, in every vacant lot here in suburbia. They grew to over 10 feet tall and their bright brown seedpods with yellow petals were a joy to see, loved by bees and birds, perennial every year, coming back from the dead.
But the bean counter landlord overseers wanted to make everything neat and clean. Where the wildflowers and sunflowers grew was too messy, too full of insects, mice, rats, possums, snakes and other unsavory creatures, so the vacant lots were cut down, the trash picked up, and grass, uniform green grass, was the only thing that took hold.
And everyone wonders where the birds have gone.
Ron
I really enjoyed it…
Diana…🍃
Duo
Sandie
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