The language of flowers, do you hear their message?
Strong in gentleness, faithful in their offering of beauty,
giving without asking why or how.
Flowers speak a language without words, yet the message sips into the roots of our being.
A flower speaks by showing us how to nurture the soul.
This Zinnia seems to celebrate its uniqueness by wearing a crown,
striking gold at that.
It doesn't seem to mind that it is one of a kind;
It doesn't seem out of place amongst the other flowers in the garden.
Instead, it seems to echo the universal truth by claiming:
Be boldly yourself.
Not your average wallflower
A single, beautiful, red-head.
He loves me; he loves me not.
She loves me; she loves me not.
One mustn't pluck the petals in such a way.
The soul needs to be nurtured.
Down to the root and
Up along the stem of consciousness.
Petal by petal, hand in hand, heart to heart.
You are loved, you are loved, you are loved…
A summer evening gently unfolds, and the last rays of light leave the sky the moon rises, and stars bloom like flowers up above.
Life constantly changes yet remains the same.
Down below, in the silence, in the stillness, in the darkness the garden grows unafraid.
Photos: Zinnias growing in my Mother's garden against my Father's barn – 2009
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