Iowa Writes

EINAR OLSEN
Summer Flowers


In the middle of the summer,
in the middle of the year,
In the middle of the mind,
there a lovely flower forms and grows.

It is all green outside.
It is all gold inside.
The flower breathes the iridescent air.
of unuttered fullness, or seems to breathe.

The flower feels free to flourish
whichever way it wishes,
and fills the felt heart
with gentle general Nature-charm.


The love of the Sun is unforgettable
resting, on and in and through
the breeze and green and room
bursting with sweet responsibility for the bloom.

The flower holds its inner holiday
as though it never or so easily could let go.
The thought of the flower flutters back
among other flowers, other summers.

The fullest seed of summer is eternal -
the faint dream of bulging paradise
behind the seeming charm of seasons' same change.
The flowing theme of flowers always grows.

In the middle of the summer,
in the middle of the year,
In the middle of the mind,
there a lovely flower forms and grows.

It is all green outside.
It is all gold inside.
The flower breathes the iridescent air.
of unuttered fullness, or seems to breathe.

The flower feels free to flourish
whichever way it wishes,
and fills the felt heart
with gentle general Nature-charm.


The love of the Sun is unforgettable
resting, on and in and through
the breeze and green and room
bursting with sweet responsibility for the bloom.

The flower holds its inner holiday
as though it never or so easily could let go.
The thought of the flower flutters back
among other flowers, other summers.

The fullest seed of summer is eternal -
the faint dream of bulging paradise
behind the seeming charm of seasons' same change.
The flowing theme of flowers always grows.


The sun is the purest stream, motionless,
filled with multitudes of transparent butterflies.
The flowering mind slows, tuned in time,
flowering through the full trees, the fine grass.

The silent circle of solar destiny threads all through
the sphere of every sense and thing
and simple atmosphere of instant song.
Innocent experience is rarely wrong.

In the middle of the flower
lush love shows its omnipresent shine.
The gift or memory of sudden rain
stirs the freshest sheen inside.

The face of summer is a soft, soft glory,
openly set in a wide shade frame, with garden garland.
Who comes to summer clean and sane finds only rhyme
and grace in its great white blade and flame.


Somewhere summer deep is giant energy of wild horses.
The cosmic horse is all red and golden inside outside,
with magic reins to ride around the ring of peace
we gaze upon and graze upon in summer's vigor heat.

Within the mild, mild temperate fire
the steady beauty blossom grows.
Evenness abounds. In the awning of every evening
each sound is ready to stay or cease.

Almost every day ceases with the night.
Almost every field ends in woods, or should.
At this line our summer shifts, or should.
The waiting woods rule our life, or could.

The fuel of summer penetrates the velvet hall
again again, the season soon forgets itself
slipping into flowered forest floor for good.
The soul smiles, intensely pleasant.

The flowers of the forest are too numerous to count.
Many gardens are well-tended, with few weeds.
The less we need the more we live.
The more we give the less we need.

Deeply feed on summer seen inside us, all
the special flower scene will never leave but stay
to leave the ancient seasons' quarters, swell and be
forever summers' sweetest fullness flowers.

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About Iowa Writes

Since 2006, Iowa Writes has featured the work of Iowa-identified writers (whether they have Iowa roots or live here now) and work published by Iowa journals and publishers on The Daily Palette. Iowa Writes features poetry, fiction, or nonfiction twice a week on the Palette.

In November of 2008, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) designated Iowa City, Iowa, the world's third City of Literature, making the community part of the UNESCO Creative Cities Network.

Iowa City has joined Edinburgh, Scotland and Melbourne, Australia as UNESCO Cities of Literature.

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EINAR OLSEN

After a degree in philosophy and religion, including a school year in Varanasi (Banaras), India, Einar Olsen has spent about half his life as a teacher of Transcendental Meditation and the other half in sales and marketing fine gifts and natural health care equipment.  His other interests include music, astrology, gemology, and government, history, and politics.  He and his wife Mary Cathryn live in Fairfield, Iowa where they take care of their farmstead and receive a grant for practicing advanced meditation programs most of the day.

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