“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
—Anaïs Nin
Breathe it in—
this new flower, head bowed to the rain, shy
but opening, just the same.
Make it your own—
the sureness of the blossom,
the ease and cool of rain,
this waiting prayer—
breathe it in, take your fill,
let go.
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