Quantum Calibrations Of Tropical Flowers Poem by Diana Thoresen

Flowers are sun yogis with their petals pulsing, glowing, inspiring

Gravitational heartstreams of violet joy light up a mango tree
Against the bluish milky adularescence of frothy clouds
On the waters edged by lilies, thousands of swans
Tease a golden thread between Aldebaran and a white quartz earth

Poets who imagine cosmogonies can only sing
Surreal-looking flowers that twinkle like holograms
Their red and purple silks are melodies of sandalwood oils
A fragile frangipani floating in the cave of the winds

Grace me in your blazing Buddha light