TWO RED FLOWERS
Two
red flowers
Stand
In my garden
Under
the sapphire sky.
Two
canna blooms
In
all their flames
Of
crimson and scarlet
And
vermilion.
They
stand blazing bright
Under
the white noon-sun
Over the dark-green shrub
In the midst of the thick herbage.
The
two flower-flames
Stand as sentinels
Sentinels
of hooded serpents
Serpents made of fire.
At every southern breeze
The
flower-flames flicker,
The fire-hoods
Move in rhythm,
The
flower-flames
Swing
in prayer
Sing
in silence
To
the sun above.
The
two red flowers
Are
two naked hearts
Hearts
of red blood
Blood
made of fire.
No butterfly approaches them,
No insect attacks them
They stand in all their majesty
Lost in ecstasy of mystic expression.
The two red flower-flames
Are hooded serpent-flames
Made of naked spirit
Stripped of all mater.
–SANJIVA
DEV