Prelude





I have watched this enormous wild shrub just outside my bed room for over two decades. At first glance, it does not seem that different from all the other seemingly endless variety of flora. The small intense green leaves are quite pleasant and the pattern is interesting. It is during the first two weeks in June that the miracle of the Mock Orange becomes manifest. An unbelievable profusion of perfect white flowers explode over the entire bush. It seems like a plant world super nova ! The fragrance is somewhere between honeysuckle and orange blossom. The beauty of this natural spectacle inspired this poem.







The Mock Orange




the mock orange does not mock

but rather speaks devine truth

with complete honesty


it is cloaked with the

fragrance of a spring long past

while almost forgotten memories

of delirious childhood

caress my soul


I sing the songs of

newborn life and dance

the cadence of creation

while memories of past joy

flood my soul


I must struggle to hush

my spirit for the whisper

of mock orange is subtle

and its prophecy is like

a gentle seabreeze


within the great circle

I have come to see

that difficulty and simplicity

are not so far apart

as I strive to understand

the teaching of mock orange



Gareth Crispell (c) June 1998






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