A white untainted flower
A flower that smiled with an unearthly expression
The flower played with the winds like a child chasing will o wisps
A gentle fragrance was awakened in the flower.
It travelled the void on the winds.
It moved about with grace like a serpent sliding through grass
It touched the eyes of the cosmos and the artist...a smile was born on the eyes.
It touched the two lights of the skies...calmness descended upon them.
It then teased the stream of nectar.
It touched and yet touched not the stream.
It played with the stream like a charmer charming a cobra.
The stream now changed course and chased the fragrance.
It followed the redolence like enchantment.
The fragrance led it gently to the flower.
In a gushing motion, the nectar fell on the flower.
Stream after stream the nectar filled the tiny flower.
Yet nothing overflowed.
For ages the nectar flowed and for ages the flower drank.
And yet there was room to spare.