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Life of flowers

Updated: Jul 28, 2023

Flowers have their own powers. They embody a life lived in the present moment. They turn their face to the sun and follow it as it travels across the horizon. At night, they bend their heads gracefully to the evening that blankets the earth.

I’ve never heard a flower complain about last Sunday, when it rained too much or too little, or worry about the things going on tomorrow.

I strive to be a flower—to bloom with grace and dignity as seasons change; my roots, I hope, would ground me deep to where I came from; my leaves, outstretched and eager for opportunity.

I’d stick my tongue out to taste the rain and snow when they fall.

I would let my tears fall.

And, I’d express my love so fully—vibrant as the very blush on my petals: I love you. And I love you.

And I love you, too.

There is no one spared from experiencing the truth and beauty I offer life.

When winter comes and I have to die, I will lay my head on the earth to sleep.

In my dreams, I will travel home back to where we came from and accept the end of my journey as it is.

“It was magnificent.”

“I’m at peace.”

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