Oric Bovar's Poem

Created by Angel 15 years ago
Talk not to all about things sublime and essential Seek the level of him whom you speak So as not to humble or distress him. Be frivolous, too, when you are with the frivolous, But once in a while, as if unsought Or even as if thoughtlessly, Drop into their cup on the foam of frivolity A very small petal from the flower of your dreams. If it is not noticed, recover it courteously And, always smiling, go your way. If, however, someone picks up the frail small petal And examines it, inhales its fragrance, Give him forthwith and carefully a sign of discreet understanding. Then let him behold one of the few of the marvellous flowers of your garden. Tell him of the invisible Divinity which surrounds us all, And give him the magic Word, The open sesame to true Freedom.