Basking

A daisy (day's eye) images the sun,Focuses its foliage toward the light,Source of all its vital energy:No wasted motion trying to outrunCompetitors—no envious fright;All day it tracks the glory unerringly.

Thus would I bask in Love, untouched by fear:I cannot make the sun of Soul shine bright,Nor need I stoke the fires of infinity;Thought blooms in heaven's radiant atmosphereOf blest expectancy.

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