On this day of muster and strife
muted and still
the mind hallowed and lonely
battling with the scorpio full moon energy
The flowers speak
I ask, insolently
What am I healing from?
But I don’t know anything!
That is true.. and false
I’m frustrated and tired, and find the flowers to be antagonistic
Why can’t you just be clear, just say what you think I know!
Nothing. No sound is shared
My eyes stare intently at the flowers, the many colours and sizes and, as a subtle breeze picks up and mellows in sudden gentle bursts, I watch their varying degrees of movement
The yellows of the marigolds pulse with vibrancy, their hum sweetens my eyes
As I stare deeper, I see each petal, an individual of the whole, free yet connected
The stem; strength and virility, life force and protection
its roots filtering the unseen world beneath
The flower, I notice, a gift, an offering, from that unseen world, sprouted forth from the life of existence below, a world so vast in brilliance, so pure in magic, so fully incomprehensible to our cautious minds, cosmic and earthly, abundant and free, limitless in its divinity, powerless in its innate majesty
Its beauty only ever seen in what it grows and sprouts from within
Aljezur, Portugal // 02"05"18