Seed Without Flowers Poem by Mark Heathcote

At the heart of a flower
Is there a spiritual seedling opening?
Where a vortex sings…
I am the fruit the vapour
Of all life! now watch me
Pilfer watch me canker
Watch me live and die.

And then also imagine!
If you can, I never flowered
Nor did I ever truly open.
My vapour wore on the wind… nought.
Praise be because of you and the bee
Happened to imagine my singing,
From this none awaking, flowering

Therefore you are my seedling
My life that I never lived...
That never pilfered and cankered,
Only to dream you I existed together.
My vapour wore on the wind... nought.
But what is this wind but the last sighs?
Of death dreaming again of Him I who never lived.

I have but lived nought nor died none
Before I even dreamed of you!
Singing in the flowers
Singing in dream song, He sang,
Fragrances, scented to me.
The flower that neither you!
Nor the bee has yet been borne to be.

You have flowered in my garden
A garden, I have yet to build.
And been witness to a dream
Borne upon a fragrant shore
That has no boundaries or earthly store.
And yet unknowingly you too have dreamed
Of flowers without; seed. And seed without flowers.