The name that can be named is not an eternal name. ~ Laotse
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A flower exists in some place far from men,
Or far from where its colors and its smell
Can be rejoiced in. Far above amen
This bloom withholds its name. It will not tell
Its mystery. Named with one eternal name
The blossom floats beyond such things as grounds.
To speak its name would sprawl a mystic shame.
To speak it would destroy its curseless bounds.
On earth we cannot hope to make a friend
Of this strange flower. Its holiness waits far
From human realms. Pure saints and seers send
Out prayer to this transparent clear-spiked star.
They find that morning glories cannot be
Our friends except by this one name’s decree.
~ Phillip Whidden