Showing up just as is.

Wearing no mask.

Offering no filter.

Boldly displaying flaws as its character.

Inviting a slow awakening of the mind,

a soft unfolding of the heart.

Awe spontaneously cultivated.

The gaze draws from its surface

into its remarkable uniqueness.

Simplicity and complexity

so readily revealed. 

The flower doesn’t tell it’s story

It just shows up.

Open.

Exposed.

Unapologetically

doing its work,

filling its space in the world,

just as it is.

Stepping into its beauty,

owning its ridges,

thorns,

needs,

and purpose.

Offering a place for the world to pause,

to connect,

to belong,

to soften.