This one makes me think of the everyday passing of strangers as a bouquet. Together yet separate. Each individual person has its own battles, but together our roubles look similar. We have one end that we must meet, like flowers taken from the earth.
Stephen, this poem should be shown across the world, to deflate the monster called "Ego". It is a double edged sword, really. As hard as it can be on the ego to realise how small and insignificant one individual is in the big scheme of things, the soul is freed when it can express itself without pressure of the ego. The ego calls us to win and hate, the soul calls us to cooperate and love.
After the wind has died down, memories of love remain.
The wind breathes on a flower
at first gentle, then with force.
Precious time is fleeting
as the petal takes its course.
Lovely metaphor of how we, as individuals are tested and tried. Only the flower with petals strong enough survive and even flourish.
Fate makes its arrival
and the petal flutters down,
softly cradled by the air flow
as it heads toward the ground.
Yes, each in their own time will eventually lose their petals. Some grow stronger ones, though! :0)
Our lives, just like this petal,
once connect then sweep away
along the musings of a gentle,
yet persistent, windy day.
This was so poetic. Let us strive to have something worthwhile remain once the wind dies down.
Thank you so much for the beautiful words and the inspirational comment! This is one of my favorites of mine, and I am truly glad that you enjoyed it.
Unfortunately, for humanity, feeling good requires the ego and it is as likely to be deflated as the universe is to contract... which both are likely one day, but indubitably when humans are all long, long gone. Perhaps only then.
At least, amidst the chaos of the over-inflating egos, we find some peace in knowing that every petal will one day have its turn.
Thanks again for the brilliant comment,