I feel the flower awakening.

It is in my chest,

and as I open myself

to all that is new,

I feel the petals loosen

and peel away from the tightly wound bud.

Layers of beauty and scent opening,

a lotus from the dark mud,

with infinite blooming.

 

Even as I smell the freeze of winter

creeping slowly from the mountains,

I tend my garden.

Even as petals fall away with age,

new ones appear,

fresh and resilient.

 

I am infinitely opening to all that is new.

I am infinitely opening to all that is fresh.

I am infinitely opening to the beauty born of darkness.

 

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