With
all
your
beauty,
like
a flower
floating
through
space,
timeless
and
full
of wonder.
“If
you love a
flower,
DON'T PICK IT UP. BECAUSE IF YOU PICK IT UP IT DIES
AND IT CEASES TO BE WHAT YOU LOVE. SO IF YOU
LOVE A FLOWER, LET IT BE. LOVE IS NOT ABOUT POSSESSION
love is about appreciation.
-Osho
DON'T PICK IT UP. BECAUSE IF YOU PICK IT UP IT DIES
AND IT CEASES TO BE WHAT YOU LOVE. SO IF YOU
LOVE A FLOWER, LET IT BE. LOVE IS NOT ABOUT POSSESSION
love is about appreciation.
-Osho
She loved the garden,
The pretty flowers always greeted her with smiles
Her mother usually tended it,
But she liked to play in the dirt with her all the time,
And the smell was amazing
And she was safe
Just there with the flowers
And her mother
As she grew older,
She started to learn how to water the flowers,
Her mother still helped often,
But she liked to watch the flowers grow with her even in the small moment,
And the smell was still wonderful
And she was safe
Just there with the flowers
And her mother
Time passed,
She cared for the garden on her own,
Her mother no longer helped much
But she still liked watching the nice colored cups even alone,
And the smell was still confronting
And she was safe
Just there with the flowers
Not so long this time,
She didn't care for the garden anymore,
Her mother was never seen
But she still watched the flowers even as they died
And the smell wasn't very nice
But she was still safe
Sloppy, Sorry about that
When the season starts to fade
The spirit of spring awakes
Consolation is finally made
All that is old eventually breaks
With this new trend
The Earth gives us a new start
But this too will end
With the drifting of my heart
The light gives peace of mind
But in the depths of the dark
We follow our souls to find
The arrow that missed its mark
In the final hour
Your love fades like a flower
The spirit of spring awakes
Consolation is finally made
All that is old eventually breaks
With this new trend
The Earth gives us a new start
But this too will end
With the drifting of my heart
The light gives peace of mind
But in the depths of the dark
We follow our souls to find
The arrow that missed its mark
In the final hour
Your love fades like a flower
I'm singing to my flower becuase I love it and want
it to stay alive
His entire body had you planted to the wall; his face so close
you couldn't look at him without going cross-eyed. You were
positive he could feel your heart rattling inside your
ribcage. Your muscles tensed as his lips rained on your neck,
growing blossoms of bruises on your skin. It wasn't until a moan
sprung from the back of your throat when you realized you'd been
holding your breath.
"For a seed
to schieve it's
greatest expression, it must
come completely undone.
The shell cracks, its insides
come out and everything
changes. To someone who
doesn't understand growth,
this would look like complete
destruction."
greatest expression, it must
come completely undone.
The shell cracks, its insides
come out and everything
changes. To someone who
doesn't understand growth,
this would look like complete
destruction."
cynthia occelli
The flower that blooms in adversity
is the most rare & beautiful
O F A L L
-mulan
♥
