Kama-Rupa And The Spiral Phyllotaxis Of Plants Poem by Diana Thoresen

Be it ray or fusiform cells
The celestial harmonica violently
Pushes through every sun-fed
Plant until its initials become
The spokes of a bicycle wheel
We build bamboo towers now

The inner bark yearns for
The circumference of the Godhead
As the dead heartwood always
Nurses new life with its waters
The columnar tropical palms
Are still branching if as the sands

Of Egypt were still filled with gods
The silver linden and the red pine
Grow pregnant with their crowns
When St Brigid lights another fire
Spring is here! The machinery of light
Is blinding next year's needles

In their winter buds and fluted rings
Hungry leaves are singing a rosette
Into being; auxin is beginning
To practice Thanatos to initiate
A new life in the meristematic topography
O the buzzing of bees; O the golden spiral