"--We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread...we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision" (Ginsberg)

(And yes, I realize these are lilies, but I see no reason why we can't sometimes be both.)