All Things Grow

All things grow

Like this flower in my block

A tiny spot the other day

Captivated in its own petals

Now blooms like a widening smile

Like the sun that diminishes into nothingness

Then gradually grows from a mere

Paint in the sky to its full splendor

It grows into our days

Our days grow in it

Like my heart of its own accord.

Silently, it weeps with its aches

Turbulently it fights all its breaks

Numbly it slumps to the pits

Afresh it awakens, like a child

On which the sun bestows its magic

Like my Being under the veil

Until not long before

Now awakening into consciousness

All things grow!