A Blooming Flower

Through my old brown curtains,

The sun shines bright,

Wherever I’ve settled,

Silently appearing like a blooming flower,

Despite the darkness of the night sky,

A blooming flower is quiet, If nurtured The flower will grow to it’s full potential, In it’s fullness, Beauty is revealed, The different colors of it’s petals, The parts of us hiding already on the inside, When lacking basic needs for survival, The flower bruises, Disrupts the natural process, Then the bulb will not bloom, But if you catch it’s ailing needs, Refresh it with water,

Vitalize the soil, When the sun shines, The flower will rejuvenate itself, Inevitably over time, No matter how well you care for your flower, The petals will began to wither, As the age flower has grown fully, Death comes and new life begins again.

Why wouldn’t I be enthused by the view of flowers,

Like the last man before me,

I understand the observation of a Lilly,

Rarely life is about what we see,

What we See, don’t you know what I know, life is rarely about what see, (life’s not)

Can’t you see? What I see, life is rarely about what we see. (life’s not)

Some people die along the way,

Some people live to blossom fully,

I’m not scared of death,

I’m not scared of life,

I’m moved by my impatience,

Trying to sow seeds,

That grows the fastest,

Trying to avoid the traps of this world.

Listen,

Noah, his family, and the animals,

Dwelled in the ark story goes,

For a 150 days,

Until God remembered him.

Trusting the process makes me nervous,

When waiting on God to provide,

Spirit is open to new possibilities,

But my mind lose faith overtime,

Pulling me in different directions,

Survival only keeps me standing tall,

Enduring the storm to see my family is blessed,

But they don’t know how my mind is pacing,

When my body isn’t moving,

Restlessly eager to see the unseen,

Hungry for the world,

Wanting to widen my tent,

Around the 10th day on the ark,

I begin a quick scheme,

Throwing us of course,

Like feeding a plant too much water,

Depending on the flower,

It will die on a ruined wall,

Moving too soon the wood of the ark would start to crack,

There’s now a Hole, There’s now a hole, There’s now a Hole, There’s now-a-Hole.

I banged a nail in the wall to hang my portrait,

Decorating just to make myself comfortable,

Eventually there is too much water

Flowing in,

Now I’m stressed,

Blessed are those who still needs,

Like any other human,

I quickly plug covers over my mistakes,

Before I drown,

Now I’m alive and wading in water,

Working to restart the process, to restart the process, to restart the process, alive and wading in water to restart the process, to restart the process……