The Flower Of Life. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Circles dance, a gentle weave,
A flower blooms, you must believe.
Six petals bright, a pattern old,
A story whispered, to be told.

Each circle touches, light and grace,
Reflecting stars in time and space.
A unity of all that lives,
A silent promise, the heart gives.

From ancient walls, a wisdom flows,
Where seeds of life in beauty grows.
A blueprint whispered, soft and low,
Of how things bloom, and waters flow.

The temple's heart, the artist's dream,
A sacred dance, a flowing stream.
In every curve, a truth we find,
The linked connection of humankind.

So look and see, with open eyes,
The flower's secret, gently rise.
For in its form, so pure and bright,
Lies all creation, day and night.


T.M.Solvang