It takes a lot
Not to see the beauty of a flower
To see only its torn petals
Its sallow leaves
We see the color, the softness, the beauty
So easily, so quickly, as if
It is already there, a part of us, noticed, accepted and fine.
And it is. Part of us. And it comes to us whole,
We don’t notice the chin, the neck skin folds, the tired eyes
We accept the energy, the way the flower lifts us.
And we allow love. Flowers bind us to love.