Come Be the Flower With Me


when the wondering comes
soft at first, and then like
a howling windstorm
beating on the homestead door
and you are as sure
as you have ever been
that you are not what
you are meant to be
and that a million
scattered worlds exist
between you and the vision
you had for this one life
follow my gaze here,
to the fields and its
bed of springborn flowers
populating the whole world
see how their colors are
vivacious, true and pure
and how there is nothing
that can quiet them
regard their petals
issuing forth from source
in a dizzying array of
harmonious patterns
without notion of end
or completion, without
having to doubt their ability
to unfold in space and time
peppering lands with joy
by virtue of presence alone,
which already implies all
magnitudes of being
come be the flower with me.
let us mine our own depths
find beauty there, and boldly
give ourselves to the world
– TS