The bloom ………

One fine morning, hot and humid
On my way to work,
One flower attracted me
Only one, the yellow one.

It was bright but small
It was fresh and glowing
I wonder why I looked at it,
Intended to be ignored by many.

Un-known to many
Un-wanted by all
Unable to attract
Uninvited by the whole world.

Desert sands are dry,
Desperate to bloom
Denied by the nature where even mirages
Disappear from sight.

“Will there be a bee?
Will the honey from the petals be sucked?
Will someone pick me to the flower vase?
Will I ever become a decorative piece?”

The yellow desert flower asked
“Thou shall die?”
The echo returned to the yellow petals
“Then why am I born?”

God has been kind
Good I noticed that yellow flower
Goodness being spread in the desert lands
Great vibrant yellow flower, for me to enjoy that moment.

Lone, all alone
Lovely flower that you are
Lonely you stand, just for that bee to arrive
Love you so much, as you stand, for me to watch.

Creation is a stone thrown uphill against the downward rush of habit
Creatures are trying to accomplish big; not realizing life is made up of small things
Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want,
’Cause, it’s the realization of how much you already have …. That little yellow desert flower.

"imag-e-in" - defined

IMAGIN-ation propels beyond boundaries; both time and space.

IMAGE - is a mental perception limited to boundaries.

Challenges fuel IMAG-Es beyond boundaries . . by IMAGIN-ing.

Surrender ...

When I see that my sight stops at the end of the wall in front,
When I see my words cannot go beyond the depth of the space around,
When I see that what I write cannot be understood by all,
When I see that I am misunderstood at times, I surrender.

When I see that my age does prevent me from walking fast,
When I see that I see things not so clear,
When I see that my old friends do not want me,
When I see that I cannot enjoy food, at times; I surrender.

When I see people suffering and pain,
When I see violence and suppression,
When I see hunger and anger,
When I see wildfire and volcanoes, I surrender.

When I see failure and inaction,
When I see politics and news headlines,
When I see fashion and emotions,
When I see passion and no motion, I surrender.

When I see darkness and untruth,
When I see silence and people in masks,
When I see destiny and the end of the road,
When I see death and nothing beyond, I surrender.

When I look at nature and God,
When I look at someone poorer than me,
When I go through the pages of history,
I wonder why I ever surrender.