It is the nature of a flower to bloom;
It wouldn’t know what else to do.
It will never walk across the field
To commune with the faraway trees.
It won’t kiss the sky on a bird’s wing,
Or climb the distant mountains,
It won’t arch its pretty spine up
To greet the sky before first light.
It knows when to stay buried and wait,
and when to greet the world again.
It doesn’t know how to be beautiful,
But this takes away none of the beauty.
Its wisdom is its graceful blossoming
Into what it was always meant to do.
It is the sacred purpose of a flower
To bloom, and nothing internal to it
Will ever stop this great unfolding.
May we learn from the flower’s grace,
To find what we are, and be that, fully,
As though our lives depended on it.
– Tammy Takahashi