Dear Love, You create everything,
whether it be on earth or in heaven;
you navigate prison bars and reach the skies;
alternatively, in accordance with the Almighty design,
you made man from dust and now you stand in a grave,
gazing upon your immortality!
My buddy, who possesses a green thumb and springtime eyes, is a purple-shaded beauty who can weather life’s storms and bloom like a spring flower. Her inner light blinds those who stop to view it, and her body and spirit are all beautifully colored. Thanks to this buddy of mine, spring flowers and butterflies come to life in my imagination. She has roots herself within my heart and enhanced my life in many ways with her purple tones of beauty.
Every flower retains the light deep inside its roots.
“When you look closely at nature, you will see everything more clearly.”
“With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.”
I’m growing older now, not a child anymore, not an adult yet, just a girl striving to build a name for herself. I’m learning to make my own decisions, shaping my future with my own hands, and learning to take risks even when the going gets tough. I no longer need your close embrace; instead, I want for independence that will allow me to satisfy my hunger for this world and all of its nuanced meanings. Nevertheless, occasionally I stumble as I try to process what’s going on around me.
Overwhelmed by the greater picture—the impending maturity. It must be difficult for you to acknowledge that I’m creating a life for myself, making errors that you can’t fix, and making decisions you never would have imagined I’d make.
We were love, or love was suddenly remembering us, in the same manner that two lines cross and the closest need that you are unaware of appears in your life. The way that two people might unexpectedly cut through one evening to uncover another evening in an other universe. The manner that all we need to do is wish to let everyone know who we are; we don’t need to know everything.
“What a lonely place it would be to have a world without a wildflower!”
To live without love is to not live at all. That is the meaning of a flower that cannot blossom without sunshine. The flower is life and the sunshine is the gift of it.
“A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and a man cannot live without love.”
Natures Bliss 