The Flower Of Life Poem by Paul G. Kallen

Based on Marilyn Friday’s OBE

It was Nile pyramids my soul yearned to seek.
They are the symbol of a rest, as old as unique.
An eye above the pyramid did lock me in embrace.
So I floated in awe before the thrilling grace.

I wondered how I had got inside the pyramid —
The entrance sealed, the passage dark,
The mummy room was lit.
It was the scriptures on the walls my eyes gazed upon,
But among them none of the signs was a phenomenon.

My soul pained to leave the crypt and sought in another place
— An Osirian temple at Abydos I entered with great haste.
All of a sudden I froze up at an unknown sign,
The single one of a tangled form and an unsolved design.

Its name was Flower of Life. I grasped it afterwards.
That very moment I was free of any fleeting thoughts.
To realize this symbol’s gist I’m spending all my vim.
My life is Flower of Life; its most shining beam.

June 22–29,2005