The Bird of Paradise flower looks like an unfolding yoga mudra….I imagine it’s holding itself as an offering to the Divine, stilled in meditation.
Looking at it I think, how marvelous…everything opens up in its own time, in perfect sync with creation. I need not heed my mind’s desires to rush into an imagined future…being and becoming dance seamlessly in every moment.
What made the flowers and the sun and the sky?
What moves us,
you and I?