Transformation

The flowers are no longer flowers

But living expressions of gold,

Some people are no longer people

But integrity in form.

Art is no longer objectified

But our sentient memory,

Unlocked from time -

The story of humanity.

The plants are no longer silent,

The animals’ wisdom no longer unseen,

The Earth no more a stagnant ball,

Obedience falls, leaving all beings free.

'written in Mutare, Zimbabwe, on April 26, 2024'

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