The heart is such a fragile muscle
Mine got bashed this year
& shut down.
Safety causes the flower bud to open,
slowly, beautyfully . . .
I was learning to trust the world again and then
I have retreated curled up tight,
the bud to stem.
Shut down, closed for the season.
But I think if i learn my lessons right
I will find safety, trust & the warmth of Love
again–& open with gentle grace
At least this is my highest, truest hope.
To become a full flower on a tulip tree
Bud wide open
Losing my pedals over
time. Of a life lived
with a full, open
& generous heart.
Surrounded by other flowers & wafting
in their perfumed Beauty.
Connected in community
to the same branch
the same trunk
the same tree.
giving themselves away
pedal by pedal
to the soft earth below.
Dieing to be reborn