We are like little flowers
Growing upward
Our faces bright with the Sun
We cultivate that stillness
That awareness
Without thought
Without distraction
Without desire
There is only that which is
That which touches us
From petal to stem to root
We create our nourishment from that which is
That which truly exists
By focusing completely upon that which exists
We affirm our existence
Without the taint of a want for that which does not exist
We are flowers
Still, warm, shining
Wild, free
Kept, still, admired
Pure
His Flowers
In His Garden
We
— Columbine