Existing

A flower is beauty

Existing

Exquisite and pure

it is only itself

and its petals attune

to the very personal rhythm

of its own blossoming

I melt into the beauty of life

when I appreciate

this simple beauty of the flower

when I allow myself the time

not to achieve

but simply to be

tasting the sheer pleasure of breathing

Lately too much thinking tires me

but not so,

reverie

that is where I find my magic

also Existing

especially at those times when

nature surrounds and enfolds my soul

encouraging me to open myself up

just like a flower

to the infinite beauty

of this precious moment

bathing me in the quiet and simple peace

of purely

Existing