Blossoming Wisdom


How many pulses,
how much life force
does it take from seed to bloom?
And never does the flower ask:
Am I too big?
Are my colors too bright?
Is it ok to be true, beautiful?
It blossoms, ever-opening in its season,
perfect way, striking in sweet scent,
innocent and pure in delicate petal, detail
unfurling to wholeness again
and again and again.



One thought on “Blossoming Wisdom”

  1. I’d just had a look at our tomato and cosmos seed coming up under the grow-light. It was a treat in many ways to read this piece! It’s lovely, and it speaks to a truth that bears thinking about.

    Also, yay flowers! Yay Deb! Yay beautiful poem!


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