Every Flower

A poem from Isabel Amarilis Esterl (isabelesterl.org)

Every Flower

Has her on expression

Unique impulses

-if she holds herself back

She stops blooming

A Flower that does not get

- that she is unique

Will look for prove

Looking outside

To be equal, be better, more beautiful

She loves by doing what she loves. No judging.

She loves by being with what is. In Reality.

She loves by seeing. 

Seeing other Flowers how they are. No fantasy.

Seeing what makes her sisters bloom. No right and wrong.

Seeing where her own shadow is eating the light. No comparing.

Digging through the mud of the own shadow is 

A door

To unfold

To unfold herself

To unfold to her true potential

Flowers stick together

No matter if they bloom or grow

wither or sprout

connected through Mother Earth

While they are

Feeling

Healing

Melting

Alchemy.

Alchemy happens in every moment.

Every moment a Flower follows her rhythm of evolution. No fighting.

Blooming

Withering away

Exploring the mud.

Nourishing.

Connecting to her Seed.

Sprouting.

Nourishing herself.

Growing.

Being so big as she is.

Blooming.

She is ready to spread her seeds.