18.6.24 - Beauty is all round
It is supposed to be the most beautiful time of the year and we have the most disappointing weather this June. I will now write one piece of creative writing a day. It could be a poem, or a prayer, or a short story. But one piece a day. That will be my discipline from now on.
All the flowers are here now.
They have arrived.
Through the long dark nights,
through the starry paths. Percolating
through the clouds,
travelling the air,
to burrow and rest and then... grow.
It is their time.
They sway and breathe.
They exude honeyed scents.
They are careless of their own beauty.
The radiance they cast is insouciant.
Bees and butterflies cluster upon them.
They respond with wanton abandon.
For here they live - in the pinnacle of their glory.
Their heyday -
this summer's flower.
This summer they will be riotous and
not give a second thought to the hereafter. For now -
the Now, it is eternal.
Now the sun and the moon and the stars
stand so perfectly still for them.
Everything in the cosmos has been aligned so.
(Now and forever, they are blessed.)
This summer's flower was always meant to be.
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