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LOVE OF A FLOWER by Thalita Forray

My poem ‘The Love of a Flower’ is a description of an enlightened love…

 I see flowers as something very holy and divine. Flowers are enlightened plants that carry a higher vibration and produce either fruit or beautiful scents.

One can be absorbed into the beauty of a flower and I feel its something that we should do daily in our lives: to “Stop and smell the roses”, to see the beauty in life and to cherish it.

To love like an enlightened flower is to love fully and to see the beauty in the other person. It is about being fully present with the one you love and not thinking about what you have to do later in the day, not focusing on the phone ringing but giving the person you love your undivided attention.

By living in love, we bring ourselves, and those around us, to a higher vibration. We allow pure creativity and divine inspiration to flow through us when we are silent. Silence in the mind is key to hearing the heart.

Love of a Flower

Whispers, tender and twisted
Vines embracing, forever co-creating

To answer to this calling of silence
 the voice of the heart
In this now, it’s like the very start

The scent of hope, leaves all thoughts tied
The problems of yesterday, not in the mind's eye
For in a moments notice the beauty of the color leaves one breathless

The souls language can only be felt
How soft and frail, delicate and present
Started from a seed and gave birth to unlimited potentiality

Enlightened like a flower
With the beauty of creativity,
Forever unfolding

That’s what you mean to me

Thalita Forray: I am Canadian of Hungarian origin. I am a yoga teacher, writer and painter. I finished university a year ago with a degree in conflict studies and human rights. Since then I have been travelling and working on my book. I went to India a year ago and dived into yoga and Ayurvedic medicine and 2 years ago into shamanism in Peru. I am working towards publishing a poetry book and a book about spiritual discovery. You may read more of Thalita's poetry on her blog here, visit her art collective here, or find her on Facebook. 

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