The Winds of Wonder

… and the flower smiled

In my little terrace garden

I looked at my proud hibiscus;

Oh the wonder! it at once smiled

Making joy pinkishly joyous.

It drank great dew in the morning

When glad fragrance wafted around; 

On spontaneous wings had come

Inspiration swift and profound.

There were dazzles of grace and love

In the freshness of purity;

And the heartening eagerness

Brought moments from eternity.

The blue wind zipped and the birds chirped,

Lyric of beauty found the word;         

In sudden new revelation

Wearing purple bloomed the orchard.

25 February 2026

There is someone to whom I send flowers and who sends me flowers every day, someone who does the yoga in earnest. He wrote to me (he sends me some of these golden hibiscuses, “Supramental Beauty”), he wrote to me that he told one of these flowers, “You are going to see Mother,” and the flower smiled. It opened out, it was happy, and it smiled. “It smiled at me,” he said.

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