BLOSSOM WITH THE YEARS

I watch you change,
As the years pass,
The days grow shorter
All the while, I grow older

A path of your own
In-synch with nature
My job is to appreciate
My ever-growing flower

Like an O’Keefe painting
Letting go of the conditioning,
I am trying to find love,
Appreciation and honor

I know this flower is bigger than me
For it is a metaphor
For love, growth, compassion and strength
Softness, receptivity, emotion, sexual-wavelength

You are not bare
Balanced
Easy

You provide challenge
Healing
Tenderness
Opening

Like an ocean
You’re deep
Vast
And mysterious

I’m doing my best to find compassion
Your every imperfection
Your every imbalance

Blossom with the years
Maturity and wisdom
You know so much
I am trying to listen

G. - 24 years old