photo is of a tangle of different orchid plants, which look like grasses and vines, in a desaturated palette, with two thin and wispy orchid blooms suspended in the center of the image.

because she is a world
as meditation —
are you noticing each bare blade
of grass, cut green as a fiery warmth.

because immanence, though shy,
is penetration —
are the rays of the sun shining
into the cells of a golden meadow.

because these happening, all in a rush —
are the (ones) running headlong and entering
in advance, are the lovers and the beloveds
of the (one) seeming to be most beautiful

of all those now.


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οὗτοι γὰρ τυγχάνουσιν
οἱ εἰσιόντες πρόδρομοί
τε καὶ ἐρασταὶ ὄντες
τοῦ δοκοῦντος καλλίστου εἶναι
τά γε δὴ νῦν

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