flowermuscle Songtext
von Jane Sheldon

Flower-muscle, slowly opening
the anemone′s meadow morning,
until the loud sky's polyphonic light
pours down into its womb,


muscle of infinite reception
flexed in the silent flower star,
sometimes so overwhelmed by fullness
that the calming sign of sunset

can barely give you back
the wide-sprung leaf edge:
you, resolve and strength of how many worlds!

We violent ones, we last longer.
But when, in which of all these lives,
are we finally open and receivers?