the flowers prose…

as the pain grows, it reminds me of the flowers
prose, blooming under the sun, and
often, on the
run

hiding in the shadows, and lurking just beneath
the surface, it rises like the tide, this
swelling in my
chest
it is
a

lifelong romance, just like the joy that lives on the other
side, when we abide, and take the center
in stride
we

come out, wide-eyed, with love as
our guide…


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nature’s magnificence bestowed…

flowers hold a love
of their own,
petals, sepals, and
stamen, sewn, with
dewdrops of compassion shown

all
held together
in a gentle repose…

nature’s magnificence bestowed…


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feel free, and just be…

the tree grows taller, and
sometimes I feel smaller
than life as it manifests before me

moments like these
come and go, we know,
and yet, as they arise,
we continually strive…

to know
the answers, yet,
will we remember to abide…

instead
of fighting
against the current
we feel inside, let it subside

and know,

this energy
will carry us
toward
our final destination, a ride
for the ages

are we not all sages?

I know not, yet
won’t let the conversation
drop, because

it’s not
about dropping,
or stopping, more learning

to love

more than your heart
has ever known
the capacity for…becoming

like the flowers,
and the trees, did
you know they speak of thee…

every day, watching
as we run around
limiting what we see,
within this dream

yet, we speak, and, they see
instead, maybe,
feel free, and just be…


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of a love so pristine

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rock
splinters wood,
and you tried
as hard
as you could

in each instance

a different
set of circumstances,
presented, just as
the flower
reminds me
of the love in forever

we daydream,
and cast our nets
into the stream,
consciousness, in-between

you and me

far as it seems,
it is here,
and now, just
as it was
intended to be

a dream?

maybe, yet
does it really matter
to the flower, or
the stream…

they continue
to flower, and
continue to stream
regardless
of what comes up
on their inner screen

how serene, and

contemplative
is this dream
we call
a reality
of all
that we’ve gleaned

of a love so pristine


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