Humans are like flowers
The stem, is my root, all of my past experiences wrapped into threads of cellulose. A relentless continuum of stories assembled from the ground up-from the earth to the sky. It is because of them that I am able to grow out of my Mother Earth.
The eye, is what faces the sun, here is where I open my heart to capture the giant rays of love beaming from our giant ball of fire. Filled with precious nectar, here is where my core rests-kind hearted and whole. Here is my whole heart, my eyes, my love, my entire being wound up into thousands of divine fibers.
The petals, are my beauty, each one embodying a different idiosyncrasy of my own. The way my eyes light up as the moon slowly climbs the atmosphere. The way my heart bounds through my chest at the sight of waves shivering down the shoreline. The way my heart lies on my shoulder offering unwavering love to every being I come in contact with. The way I nourish other wilted flowers until they grow tall again. They way I light up a room when it feels my presence. The way my smile glitters with exhilaration. The way my existence exudes warmth, light, and love.
I once heard that flowers are much better off untouched, perhaps better left alone to admire. When you love something, you must refrain from uprooting it from the ground out of selfishness. The more you toy with something so beautiful, it is bound to fall apart. The more you abuse something so fragile, the more you take away from it. Petals begin to wilt and shrivel, bereaved of sunlight they begin to fall to the ground. The eye, abundant with love begins to lose circulation. As it dries out, its core evaporates and seemingly disappears into the air. The stem begins to cripple. Wavering with every touch, it's foundations have been shattered leaving it laying lifeless against the earth.
The beauty in all of this.
Flowers and humans alike were made to grow from the ground time and time again.
