Wildflower

When we are
Catapulted into the canyon of our past
Walk from beginning to end through your thoughts
Till you are only in rocks and sagebrush
Look from the side at the purple and gold wildflower
You do not know its name
We shall call it Beauty
Now look at it from straight above
The blossom is your reflection
But only without thought, and without doubt
Take the flower back home with your thoughts
And it will wither, lose its color, and die

Your reflection will be no longer