Flowers

Human nature is pure and true —
Just Love and Beauty shining through.
Just Love and Light, so strong and bright,
We are, it’s all within — the light.

Without this matrix’s sticky thread,
Without the greed, the fear, the dread,
No anger, vengeance, guilt, or pride —
Though pain may still reside inside.

And even if it feels like night,
Awareness knocks — a gentle light.
No dogmas, frames, or dirty lies,
We start to feel our inner ties.

We’re beautiful by our own right,
Like sunlight — pure, and full of light.
We reach up high through tangled schemes,
To simply live, not crawl through dreams.

The flower’s beauty’s born within,
So perfect, endless, deep, and clean.
It breathes the warmth of golden rays,
The Earth its home in countless ways.

It drinks from springs so clear, so near,
Surrounded by its kin, sincere.
It doesn’t envy, fake, or strive —
It doesn’t suffer. It’s alive.