Amidst Magnolia

November 18, 1997
Amidst Magnolia

Language articulates an inappellable and mysterious essence
Just like the olfactory resonance of the Western Coast Magnolia.
A creature’s being dictates its essence... existence...?
Amidst the greenery of this platanus acerifolia
We seek shade from the sun’s luminescence.
Yet the inevitable resin that resides from its pale cups effaces melancholia!
And this intellect is capable of clearing a sentinel
Through the plane trees in order to trumpet this flower’s porcelain pink tolling bells .


Ontology is as intangible as the mystery of this flower’s true quintessence.
The quest for being is as axiomatic as the quest for beauty
Yet how does one arrange the various levels of one’s essence?
The sweet chambers of this flower’s mind are as incredible as the immutability of Juno’s beauty
Which quest proffers one to a path of illuminating relevance?
Are the elements of the earth exposed to chance, doubt, viscosity, and mutability?
O, Ariadne weave your golden porcelain thread to open my conscience’s chambers
Guide the scented pale cups, language, ontology to their ultimate bowers.


The harmony of the pink hue announces this saucer’s bouquet of aroma that articulates your cognizance
Of the world, the branches of this inner cove exudes a precious essence.