I finally understand a flower’s charm

Beauty is in the dance, not the stage.  Existence is defined by movement, by change.  Each piece of me slipping away is a seed planted and a burden lifted.  Every piece added is a gift given freely, Delightful in its ephemeral nature.  To cling to what we have is to choke out its wonder, leaving a stagnant shell of what was intended.  I wish to be always reminded that I have earned nothing, and that the true blessing in any gift is in the giving.


~ by songoflove on December 1, 2009.

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