Pulling Petals

Days pass by, and the petals

fly. In a glorious garden, life

slows down; I can now zero

in on sounds that have yet

to be heard. I look around.

I see vibrant colors and shapes.

Without thought, birds and bees

survey the land. Abundant motion

surrounds a restless soul. I see

trees dance above a strong ground.

Coexisting with each other, all forms

of life carry on with no concern.

Not asking to be born, I learn to ask

how to live a life without keeping

track of all that I lack. I ask flowers

what it feels like to be pulled, planted,

cut, watered, and given away. I pluck

a flower in the midst of April showers,

and I begin pulling petals. One by one,

under the justified sun, I start pulling

petals. “She loves me. She loves me not”.

Asking questions that go unanswered.

After another question, the flower

was naked, missing its petals. Because

of my questioning, the flower’s beauty

is missing. I destroyed something due

to me not believing. I knew that my

doubt washed all the beauty out.

I lay the flower stem on the dirt,

and I realize my questions did

nothing but cause pain and hurt.

Seeds of Solitude

Many plant seeds. Some don’t.
Some don’t have any soil.
Some don’t have any seeds.
Some don’t have what they
need. You can’t plant seeds
that you don’t have. Seeds
seem to believe they are
something that can grow.
More than we know, seeds
will sprout and will be out
and about. We must work
together to plant many seeds
of love – seeds of solitude.
Let’s share our soil as there
is plenty of room to bloom.

Room to Grow

In this life, there is room
for more love – more growth.
Like the sea, you and me
move back and forth on earth.
For what it’s worth, it works
if we are willing to work.
We must grow in this life
to brighten our own light.
There is time to still shine.
There is a chance to be free.
Remember: health is wealth.
Keep growing up. Don’t look
down. Look around and show
me how much you have grown.