Tulip. photography & a poem by (me!) sandra, tvgp
i lie to rest here
the idea, that tulips,
are in bloom
when they stand straight up
in straight lines
all in a row and very uniform; save color.
it is a beautiful sight no doubt. miracles on a stem, each and every
but the tulip is not truly in bloom
until it begins to take
its very own shape.
learn its own dance.
until it moves in space to its own music,
gravity and destiny.
until it sheds the unnecessary.
and reaches up, and out, and down
and in every direction
with gratitude for its being
ALIVE
the tulip
is most beautiful
not write after it breaks through the soil
but because it broke through;
not as it opens
but because it opens
not when looking all alike
the tulip
is most beautiful
when it looks only like itself
in the company
of liked others.
each becoming and fulfilling a living, breathing, colorful sculpture of nature and times design
what shape will each tulip take?
you cannot know.
only
enjoy.
and understand
that you,
you uniform human; save color
you are a tulip
too.
on your way
to
becoming someone
unique
lovely
intriguing
and
colorful and kind.
if you let it.
it happens on its own.
quite naturally.
every little tulip already knows how to bloom.
posted by SHE @ 10:59 AM
1 Comments:
Oh Sandra, I will forever be changed observing the blooming life cycle of a tulip. You are right we all reach our own individual self one way or another.
My Favorite verse in your poem The Tulip is; "The Tulip the most beautiful when it looks only like itself in the company of liked others."
I love the picture showing the end of the tulips cycle in all it's glory, no longer uniformed, stretching ,reaching and fading.
Thanks for sharing
Jujukoop
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