A Flower blossoming in gaiety,
Prides itself of its great beauty
Far away in the sky, so high
Beautiful moon lets out a sigh
Awaits a turn to rebuke the flower;
As sun sets in the approaching hour
For in the night, moon would gleam;
And flower would fade like a dream
12 DEC 2008
The poem on the subtler level is a constant struggle between the ego [flower] and the conscience or the divinity within [ the moon]. As darkness clouds [struggles or problems], its the conscience that gleams, showing us the path rather than the ego which fades away during stress, fear or problems.
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