Sun Ra Sunday

THE ROSE WILL BLOOM

The rose will bloom
The broken bowl
Will never know
The perfect self
It once was shaped.
And though the heavens
Are as far from man
As all the past,
They are not lifeless
Or insensitive
As one would think . . . . . . .
Seeing they are so distant;
Even as the past knows all the ways
Knows all the ways of man,
So the vast
And
Timeless firmament knows:
And being what is,
It bides that we should search
For celestial-cosmo-truth of myth;
That we should know at last
Our true worth and insignificance
In proximity to the
Endless-Eternal Myth . . . . . . . . .

--Sun Ra