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.

 

 

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