International Women's Day

 

Another side of being a woman is a tremendous feeling of beauty, fragility, delicateness, pleasure. Our bodies can feel the full pulse of life. I am grateful to be born a woman.

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To the Flower Garden

 

blush pinks, duckling yellows, forget-me-not blues, raspberry reds… 

there is something about the softness
of a single petal
the way it curves around your finger
scent descending
lingering fresh
with the delicateness on the brink of life
with the fragility on the brink of death 

this is the petal way 

it beckons you beyond the flower gate  

This poem is posted in honor of International Women’s Day. It is a reminder for you and me :) that beauty, softness, and vulnerability are also strengths.

(I believe some words on the first line were inspired by a poem I read awhile back. It was beautiful. I cannot remember the title or who wrote it. So here is a shout out to the author who unfortunately shall remain anonymous.)

 

An Invitation into Seeing

 

See, you have to
go beyond
The Flower Gate
for that is where love blooms.

Are you four petaled or five?
See, I know you are part
of The Garden.

Your stem
goes
into the ground —
that’s where
your roots
intermingle
with others.

  See, that’s where love
is found and
that’s where you
discover love
is part
  of death
and life.
Flowers tell you that
by their beauty.

I don’t know
more
than this.

I am just beginning
but beginning
is living.
(I do know this.)  

Do you see?
Tell me.
I want to know
the next step.

We can do this
together.

I know each one of us must find
our own way.

But the more of us there are
the clearer and easier the path.

Meet you in The Garden
we create.