Growth

(13-10-07)

A flower blooms,

fragrant

true to form

and intention.

Unplucked

blossoms.

Eyes behold beauty .

Unbidden,

growing

flourishing –

sweet aroma and attraction.

Sands shift in the desert,

ever-changing,

creating wondrous forms,

enveloping and enticing,

lost.

Undulating,

soothing,

hidden life below.

Rain

make the desert bloom.

Unformed

infants

nurtured

into maturity

clinging and growing

seeds taking form

fulfilling

potential.

Spirit

blossoming,

flourishing

with love.

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2 thoughts on “Growth”

    1. I love the desert. I have a large picture of it bought for me by hubby. It has one solitary figure in it, hiking and leaving footprints soon to be blown away. I love that, even when the footprints disappear as if no-one had ever been there, new life will grow.
      And I just like looking at it.:)x

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