The Stem Of Existence

Are the velvet white petals
Rippling in the breeze
Stuttering in my heart
In need of explanation
Do we need to quantify
Do we need to be reductionistic
Can't we just inhale
And soar with the beauty

Do we have to dissect
Life isn't made for that
It is made to surge
It is for the leaping ahead
Yes we need to buffer our hearts
With the pure white velvet
To conspire with the universe

To explore the veins of time

We need to shimmer
We need the symphonic
Resulting leaves in the wind
We need the rain in the street
The patter rhythm
Of our hearts
We need to close our eyes
Into acquiescence