Spectrum of Orthodoxy

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One blush of peonies comes out as pink,

A pink Jehovah dreamed of long ago.

It flourished there in eons.  Then a chink

In his subconscious freed it up to glow

In gardens causing them to make divine

Incursions into borders well before

White peonies appear with levantine

Silk petals well beyond profane Dior.

The pink ones, then the white ones, though these two

Exist apart, they in reality

Are mystic in their unity.  The True

Is True in Buddha’s ideality.

  Two hues are Truth.  Jehovah knows this, sure

    In His persuasion.  Pure is ever pure.

~ Phillip Whidden