I will often find great inspiration while meditating. Here is today’s inspiration, unedited and unchanged, written exactly as it was gifted me. To her, the One.
Morning meditation:
How does one separate a flower from her stem? How does one fold her petals when she blooms? How can one place her essence in his pocket rendering it hidden from the world, taking her color from the bush, plucking her beauty from the garden?
How dare the breezes tease me with her fragrance and entice me with her beauty! I cannot inhale with tasting her, and I detest the exhalation that separates us. What dare I do when the thought of her separates me from my senses?
To trust in this process, to remain open to the potential of everything beholden to the promise of nothing, is the answer. We swear our oaths based on moments sure to pass, owing one moment to the promise of another, linking things best left unlinked and grounding Angels to an earthly stone. Say we set them free. What harm do we think will befall us?
Love is the wind that scatters leaves in the forest and lifts birds to lofty heights. Without it the leaves are left to rot and the birds are left grounded to a certain demise. Let me not love the ground so much as to never kiss the clouds, nor love the sky so much as to never find a flower, kiss her in repose and love her in the only way I can.
For this I ask humbly as I stand.