I feel like a flower that keeps opening, and opening, and opening, and just when I think I've reached the center of myself, I blossom again. This blossoming is painful. It isn't all pretty colors and soft petals. But it’s necessary. I know this. There is a jewel at the center of this flower. And I want to see it. So I will face The Light. I will send my roots deep into good soil. I will drink in the bittersweet Rain of Truth. I will keep blossoming, in search of the jewel inside. It is a seed to be planted.
Blessings...
- AfroTee
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