OPENINGS orchid petals unfurl in the morning light, opening to a new dawn’s potential offerings. the center remains embraced by the soft inner silky layer, so gently. . . she does not contemplate her safety in this opening, only follows a natural rhythm, and yields, like an inhale that follows the exhale. and perhaps to share droplets of nectar with one who approaches. . . he opens to her as she opens to him. byrds of paradise stand tall and erect in their tensile power and beauty, lending support, providing some shielding, well anchored in their stance, accepting the vine that leans into its foundation. when I am not looking directly at them, they dance together in a sacred ballet. weaving together light refracting through their presence, sharing their exquisite existence, without thoughts of time passing, without concerns for a beginning, or an end. . .
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