MAY EVE PRAYERS
Flowers will always remember Spring.
They have the urge to bloom, and they will bloom when the time is calling.
Delicate and fragile, yet they bravely surrender to the song of the rhythm and the inevitable lights and darks of being. They gracefully fall and let themselves buried by the curse of the dark months, trusting the rule of the Nature without frantically searching for distractions and a quick fix. They are willing to go ‘there’, loving the time to bloom with ecstatic joy and respecting the time to die with humility.
May this dance always stay within our bones.