A Friend Gifted me Flowers

She spoke, and

Beautifully exquisite flowers

appeared right before me,

as gifts from a simpler side of experience

One that I didn’t know had existed.

There, even amidst times of strife,

the flowers could appear,

as if to remind me of the choice I could make–

to weave through life’s maze,

with a bouquet of flowers in my soul.

To have for myself, continuously blooming,

drenching my heart with perfume,

and painting my gaze with vivid color.

And also to have, to hand out to others along the way.

So that perhaps they too may see flowers,

at once appear before their eyes,

pulled out from behind the veil.

Revealing the choice to have beauty and ease.

So I reached out my hand and took one,

and felt the softness of its petals–

the pleasure, so simple, given, now mine to have:

flowers in my soul.