One does not look
at the flower
One brings too much
to the chrysanthemum

One brings in one's beliefs,
all that has been instilled in one;
and all of one's training
all of one's books and tenets of faith

There is no looking
There is no seeing
an awareness, an observing
And so the beauty of the chrysanthemum
escapes one

Thus all beauty escapes one;
all stillness and calm eludes one

There is never any wisdom

by Raj Arumugam

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