I only took one tiny bell
From the flower, wanted to smell
That scent of the air when I last walked in the sacred dell.

Sitting with Alice, her world and mine
Suns on the water world of honeysuckle
Scent of bluebells

On the page where I pressed it
For some future person to find
Words so that the moment will not be lost in time

"This sweet scented flower
Contains the universe
A droplet of water reflected the sun
In the honeysuckle
While I breathed in
The bluebells.

"I remembered
The layer up
And the layer down
When I was tiny
And when I stood in every place
Reborn, thrice born
I walked from the woodland"

Randomly selected book and opened with chance
Placed it inside,
"Zen Buddhism Reflections for Every day"

Curiosity compels to read that page
So I did and what it said was profound.

Flower crumpled in it's sheath of white paper.
Writing these words, losing the moment
Couldn't find the page to replace it.