Sometimes, your petals fall off.
Sometimes it's winter and
You search for water and green
But find a sea of white.
Sometimes you're the one cloud
Separate and lagging
Behind the rest racing for
An endless blue above the ocean.
Sometimes a smile
And a hand-hold
Mean the whole world.
Sometimes you need your kid
To read you Rumi.
To sit with you quietly
While you cry on the inside.
Until you wake up in the deepest breath,
The clarity that makes no sense
In all this fear of life and death,
We're blessed to be here.
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