My flowers are dear friends
Who spend time with me year after year
Sharing our natures,
Filled with beauty, light and wonder.
Free of the past, always living in the present,
accepting what is.
How many of my old friends could share them selves as effortlessly as the flowers they gave me.
Unfortunate that life is so complicated for the humans
I prefer the simpler life my flowers offer me.
I love them and they love me.
The Divine is present in everyone and in everything,
flowers share their divinity readily
While humans dance behind a thousand veils