The Lily and the Hummingbird

(Fibonacci sequence poem) Time to push off. Time to go. What is that ahead? Look closely. It's a hummingbird. Only I can know how long you have been unconscious. As the lily can only know how fast the hummingbird beats its wings: Can you keep a secret? The lily's life is short, normal. The hummingbird's is not.For how can eternity be normal? Allow me to rephrase the question. What if the life you previously led was a hoax, and, all the evidence for it vanished - never was.Alas, you'd be left with nothing. Nothing is - nothing is like an eternity. Nothing is like death. Nothing is like death. The lily is not death, it is life.It is not justa flower that you carry in your pocket but a symbol you can carry in your heart. The deepest place.The place of eternity. And it can never be broken ever. This is the ocean of truth. The dawn of redemption. The resurrection before the darkness of night, the great life found. Lily, rise up.