When I allow myself to commune
with these flowers, I know
I am asked to come into fragrance and fruition
. . . to blossom fully and then to let go.
Like these flowers I am blooming and dying.
How mysterious this is.
I bow to you tulips.
When I allow myself to commune
with these flowers, I know
I am asked to come into fragrance and fruition
. . . to blossom fully and then to let go.
Like these flowers I am blooming and dying.
How mysterious this is.
I bow to you tulips.