They see a flowerwhen they look
that’s what they see
a flower
tall and straight
soft and beautiful
greeting the sun
open to the bees
open to everyone
when they look
they see a flower
that’s what they see
a flower.
They think it’s me.
Am I what they see?
Am I what they perceive?
Am I what I have been?
Am I something between?
Does it sort itself out?
What does it mean
Am I something between?
Does it sort itself out?
What does it mean
when they see the flower
and I know the roots tell the truth-laden story?
They see a flower. I feel the roots.
The roots are my power. The roots are my hold on life.
and I know the roots tell the truth-laden story?
They see a flower. I feel the roots.
The roots are my power. The roots are my hold on life.
They see a flower. I feel the roots.
Whose perception is reality?
Whose reality is only perception?
that’s what they see, a flower.
They think it’s me.
−me strauss Letting me be
5 comments:
It takes a lot of time and patience and vision and faith to move from what's above the surface to what does not meet the eye. I think you have to love and care about something - be fascinated by it - to look beneath the surface.
Those are wise words, Dawn,
I think I'll take from you and write on them today. :)
OK. You can have them. :)
ow ow ow ow...too much thinking without my coffee. I admit I don't think deep alot, because I prefer the nice outside
Sorry, Janus. I'll try not to hurt you again! :)
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