one day she remembered
she remembered who she is
the memory was so embedded, only grace could have revealed it
she is not the leaf, but the green
she is not the wood, but the grain
she is not the branches, but the breeze that sways them
her value is not in what she does
what she accomplishes
what she makes happen
what she figures out
her value is in being beauty
the flower
rooted in the earth
needs nothing and no one to be beauty
life itself takes care of her
she accepts all that is given
the manure of death and decay
the rain of pressure released
the breath that has served its purpose
the heat that gives life yet can burn
and she transmutes it all
into beauty
she needs nothing to be complete
she need not be claimed to know her worth
she honors all with her presence
she has no goals, pursues nothing, achieves nothing, strategizes nothing, builds nothing
she need not seek, hunt, or conquer to know her power
she is
all who come to her are nourished
her essence
her fragrance
her presence
returns beholders to their divinity
where breath slows
where mind quiets
where smile arises
where engine rests
where noble action is inpsired
she never waits because there is nothing to wait for
she is complete
she is home
she is here
she is beauty
eternally welcoming those ready for her blessing
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Sonia M. Miller
8/9/18
