come together

The day we met, you were eating flowers from the garden where I slept. You told me that there was once a darkness here, but love rises and rises above the spinning world, and converges at the highest point, and burns bright, beautifully. I stood and shook out the sheet I wear. I told you that I was glad to be a part of such a lovely thing, and that I would love everything as much as I was capable so I could help grow flowers. You shared a laugh with your echo, with everything. How lovely it was to be a part of everything!