When a flower blossoms
emerging forth from the bud
does it experience a moment of uncertainty
a growing pain
as it opens itself to the world?
Does it wonder about its purpose
fearing the unknown
or the ways in which the world may hurt it?
Does it struggle
pushing, pulling, parting, perplexed?
Does it know it’s a blossom
a vulnerable collection of tender luminous leaves
that carry the miracle of life within?
Does it question its worth
or where it will end up
or how it will spend its finite existence on this earth?
Or does it just blossom
with an awareness that it is meant to
accept the inevitability of its growth
believing in its capacity
trusting its fate
inviting the sun and the rain
turning towards the light
reveling in its aliveness
welcoming the bees and butterflies
giving into its unfolding with a sweet surrender?
—Dr. Dedalus Hyde, The Unknown
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