A poem to share from Sean

Garden of Verse

At the garden’s edge
bending at waist
with forward weight shifting to toes
and nose inside the pedals of the flower
breathing in the fragrance of angels
which is received by the heart and lung
and broadcasted like sunlight
to tissue and cells
and the buzz of bees
gathering pollen and nectar
for the hive of the soul
so its honey may drip
into the mouths of the awakened
so they may taste the divine
and smell the scent of angels
whose fragrance fills my heart and lung
and like a sermon of sunlight
broadcasted to tissue and cell
to pen
to page
and these words like flowers
sit in the garden of verse
for you to lean forward
with your nose between the pedals of the words