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You may be feeling
Like a flower darling
Very delicate
And fragile
Knowing that you may be plucked
Any moment
Just because
You look and seem divine
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You may be feeling
like a flower darling
Full of love
And joy alike
And yet there may be the pain
You may be carrying
Of being touched
And plucked
Or just be left
In places after plucked
That have darkness alone
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Yet know this darling
That you are flower
Only because
You are pure
In your purity
You reflect
The divine essence
Of the Creator
The Hues and Colors
The Fragrance and Patterns
The sepals and calyx
All are held together
In the beauty and trust
Of the divine
You behold
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Know that you are a flower
Only because
You can be so pure
And so vulnerable
And so trusting
So open
To be so vulnerable
To reflect the beauty
Love and joy
The light and fragrance
Of creation
In its utmost purity
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Hence you are a flower
Not anything else
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Recognize
Realise
Accept
Surrender
The depth of beauty
And trust you behold
To bloom like a flower
And be the light
Of joy and calmness
Of that which soothes the soul
Knowingly and unknowingly
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One may not be seeking you
A flower to be soothed
Yet just your presence
May be the reason
Many passer by
Are feeling soothed
Or just calm
Without knowing
The depth of light
That is blossoming through you
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In many ways
You are an essence
Of divine purity
And mother
Reflecting the utmost purity
Of creation
In every way
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Hence you are
Feeling like a flower
For you know
The depth of beauty
You behold
The depth of fragility
Is just the depth of vulnerability
You behold
Because you have the capability
To surrender all of that
And be as transparent
As you can be
To reflect the light
And sound
That the Creation beholds
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Be the flower you are darling
And one day
You shall be
the flower & fruit both
As you keep surrendering
To the depth of beauty
And trust you behold.
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That is why
You are a blossom
You are a noun and also a verb
For You keep emerging
In fullness
Within the same word.
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