Flowers Bloomed
“I saw you, and poems came back to me.
- Yannis Ritsos
Flowers bloom and we gravitate towards the bright colors in our lives and all the things that have ever brought us joy.
When I was a child, with a need to possess, I picked as many wildflowers as I could. Now, time has taught me to pause, to wonder at how much the sunflowers resemble the sun, and how delicate the red-purple hibiscus look. To me, flowers are a metaphor for miracles; for new beginnings.
What happens when flowers bloom?
When I see flowers, I imagine the promise of new beginnings resting in their closed buds before they bloom. I wonder what it means to begin again and again and again. It reminds me of life, in its purest form, where we truly live to feel everything; joy, loss, sadness and love.
Nikki Giovani wrote, “I love you because I don’t want it any other way.” I say it is the only way to love. To begin again with love. To watch your person open up like wildflowers. To love someone into worship. To watch a lover bloom.
How do you define the beauty of love? Rabindranath Tagore said, “Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.” Like flowers bloom when there is the right temperature, warmth and light, so does love.
“Love between us is speech and breath. Loving you is a long river running”, Sonia Sanchez writes.
Commit to finding the beautiful things in life and bloom where you are planted.
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