no flower here..? can we approach this seeming defiance of old common sense..? the poet says that our joy lies in relation.. we pause to shift our awareness to the possibility that the flower over there depends on the flower nearby.. casting further in modest extension: each flower appearing is both creator and creation.. the poet's vision..? salve for those hurtful hours...?
"The upswing of the light ones, the bowing sway of the heavy ones and the delicate ones' timid curve. Everywhere joy in relation and nowhere grasping; world in abundance and earth enough." --Rilke