All You Resist See

3.19.17

For me, my flow is illustrious.

No rhyming involved,

No clearly construed conversation.

For me, my flow awaits in the bountiful air.

The multitude of flowers

Rooting into ancient history

Blossoming the contemplative earth.

I will never be

What has been.

I will never be,

What you think I am becoming.

Who I am is not expressed through the wilting of my petals.

Who I am is reflected below,

What roots us down,

What keeps me from falling.

I am not held

By the sun that shines

Or the rain that descends

I stem from the core,

I transcend from my depths.

Only to show you all you resist to see.