Today’s prompt over at NaPoWriMo talked about the language of flowers and linked to a Victorian flower meaning archive. Although it was interesting finding out the meaning that the Victorians ascribed to flowers, I feel more moved to write a poem about what flowers mean to me…
Flowers. I have always loved them,
since before I knew what love was.
I just knew they were beautiful, delightful,
alluring, magical, mysterious,
silent jewels receiving the life
they had opened into.
As a child I spent my days outside
and one of my clearest memories
is of a carpet of clover blossoms
and dandelions in my parents’ yard,
glimmering in the bright sun.
I remember picking wildflowers in college
as I hiked the Appalachian trail
and drying them to decorate my dorm room.
I remember buying myself a gorgeous,
lush, big, bright bouquet of roses, lilies
and other cheerful beauties
the first Valentine’s Day after my children’s father
decided his heart was elsewhere.
And just this week my children collected
many spring blossoms to decorate the house;
we had tiny vases and bigger ones
of wildflowers, maple blossoms, flowering cherry,
and maybe a couple of blooms from the neighbors’ yards.
Today I’m on edge because my kids are arguing.
I’d like to become like a flower—
Still, silent, letting the light open me
to my fullest expression of beauty,
my only purpose in life…
Panic won’t help.
Breathing will most definitely help.
Trusting will help.
But don’t tense up.
Tensing up won’t help.
Just feel your body softening, opening and relaxing.
Softening, opening and relaxing
will most definitely help.
One door closes
another one opens.
That door closes too.
But then a window opens…
then slams shut…
The entire roof has blown off
And now everything is accessible.
I guess, when I’m really willing to see,
openings are everywhere.
Ready for life now.
Like the spring,
jumping up now,
trees that were pink
two days ago
are now green.
Everything is changing,
and I am part of that change.
my petals will scatter,
my leaves will be green too,
stirred in the breeze
giving music to all the trees.
Now just breathe,
You are spring too.
It’s time to let go.
Let go of the old
and make space
to welcome the new.
Are you willing?
Look at how
blossoms unfurl and open
and trees leaf out,
reaching up to the light.
You are like that.
Are you willing to let go of
what no longer serves you
so that you can welcome
what will inspire you?
Whatever it takes to awaken,
this is what I will do,
and this I swear to you:
I will do what needs to be done,
hear what needs to be heard,
speak what needs to be spoken,
write what needs to be written,
build what needs to be built,
heal what needs to be healed,
love what needs to be loved,
forgive what needs to be forgiven,
release what needs to be released,
receive what needs to be received,
create what needs to be created.
I give thanks for the teachers, mentors,
wise ones and guides
who always show me the way
as I am ready to receive their guidance.
I am grateful for my fellow travelers,
forever reminding me that
I do not walk this path alone.
It’s going to be okay.
I feel that now.
Last year I worked on cultivating trust,
and this year, I chose freedom.
As I trust, I relax into being,
and this moment opens up
and shows me what I need to know….
Or more precisely,
I open up
and I can finally see
what this moment
was trying to show me all along.
Yes. I open up,
and then I can receive
the gifts that were always there,
awaiting my opening.
I open up
and the whole universe is delighted
to shower me with the love and the abundance
that now gets to be expressed through me,
through my willingness to trust and to be free.