Little Flowers


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


His Flowers
In His Garden

— Columbine