Within the sight of nature’s Swathe,
Each flower opens...
An outer armour, protects delicate petals within.
Absorbing vast amounts of Light.
Gifted of the Sun.
At perfectly timed moment,
It bursts open, it’s protective sheath.
Allowing it’s petals to feel the air.
And glory in rays of Light.
The petals bask in brightness of the Light,
It’s armoured sheath discarded.
It’s inbuilt desire to be more of itself,
Supersedes the fear of harm.
And as it’s petals open,
To bask in weightless air and light,
Other flowers opened, gaze upon it...
No wonder flowers dance.
It matters not which flower opens first.
Or which flower opens last.
For the glory is in seeing none, then one, then many, then all.
A bud protecting it’s inner world,
Can not see fully of it Self.
Unable to see the brightness of light that awaits it.
Yet it can feel it, and move towards it.
When the bud opens,
It sees all other unopened buds.
Knowing they too shall open, at finest time.
It meets the flowers already opened, that see and dance.
It sees, why wild flowers open one by one.
Not forced by artificial time or control.
Wild flowers open to natural rythm of Divine law.
It sees ITSelf in all other flowers.
Dancing as One in Air and Light.
It’s roots balanced upon the Mother Earth.
Drinking of the crystal Waters.
It witnesses the Sun that gave it life,
Descend upon the evening skies.
Closing it’s petals to rest until dawn.
No longer afraid of the darkness of night.
Everything seen in it’s vast perfection.
Everything seen as connected.
All, was ever One Dance.
To experience IT’s beauty, of being.
One Love,
Amanda Lorence
Written 27 June 2020
Photo, Avalon, 27 June 2022
