Petals
Silky petals between my fingers
He loves me, he loves me not…
Pick… pick… pick…
Determines my fate
From the fresh plucked daisy of white
Love is not like that
Celibate by chance
Naked rolling
in the bareness
of pure mind
A clear space
for ecstasy
of no one
No confusion
from this
or that
Desire
an earthly condition
trapping soul
Attachment
the glue of a repetitive
Life death cycle
I stopped being love
When I plucked the daisy from earth
Out of need
Making it my oracle
Oh love, love, love
How you flow free
without condition
Until I meet a lover
And forget you
Anya Sophia Mann