MEMORY OF VIOLETS... to (the memory of) my father.

That scant cluster

of violets

beside one of Radipole's paths

has prospered along

a stretch of several feet

in just the few years

since you passed.

You would have returned exultant

 to have seen them so

these past years

as i do.

And the blossoms

of your own flowering?

4 children from your seed

&

3 for the next generation

of which

2 survive.

But assuredly

living-dying

like a memory of violets

is an endless

flowing and flowering

in and of the cosmos...

Golden GOJI Hermitage

14/3/2011 - 27/7/2013

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