LIFE OF A FLOWER

[janbear]

LIFE OF A FLOWER

I'M STARTING TO SEE SOME OF THE BEAUTY WITHIN ME -
POURING OUT OF MY SOUL IN GLORIOUS SONG
LIKE A FLOWER STRETCHING RESTED LIMBS -
TO THE THE SOFTEST LIGHT OF EARLY DAWN
ALL IN SLOW MOTION AND A DAY BECOMES A LIFETIME -
AND A LIFETIME A DAY
NOT AN EVENT BUT A JOURNEY, THEY SAY.

I WATCH AS THE DAY SLOWLY UNFOLDS IN SEEMINGLY UNEVENTFUL PEACE AND
TRANQUILITY
THE SUN TRAVELS HIGH AND FROM EAST TO WEST -
THE FLOWER SLEEPS EVER SO PEACEFULLY
I WATCH INTENTLY WITH BLOODSHOT EYES,
LEST I SHOULD CLOSE THEM AND MISS THE SUNRISE -
MY SPIRIT IS RESTLESS, I'M SLEEP DEPRIVED,
I PUNISH MYSELF FOR FEELINGS INSIDE.
THE FLOWER KNOWS WHEN IT IS TIME TO SLEEP
AND DOES NOT HESITATE TO CLOSE HER EYES.
HER SLEEP IS PEACEFUL AND UNDISTURBED AS SHE KNOWS
HER ROLE IN THE UNIVERSE AND NEVER QUESTIONS WHY.
SHE WAS MADE FOR THE SAKE OF HER CREATOR'S PLEASURE - MADE TO BE A PRICELESS
TREASURE. SO IN THAT LIKENESS,
FOR THAT PURPOSE, ALL THINGS OF SPIRITUAL CONTENT
BELONG, WHERE ALL THINGS ARE EQUAL,
NO RIGHT OR WRONG.
I NOW UNDERSTAND THERE IS NO ENDING
BUT ONLY BEGINNINGS, ...
AND EVERYTHING JUST KEEPS ADAPTING AND CHANGING - BUILDING AND GROWING AND
REARRANGING -
AS LIFE KEEPS MARCHING ON.

J.SCHEPER 7/03