The gift of life
is your perspective
of who you are;

Petal.

And at the same time
knowing the true you;
the being seeing
the perspectives
of who you are;

Flower.

The gift of seeing beauty
is seeing who we really are.
That there is no we,
only the gift from ourself;

Rainbow rose.

One flower
with billions of petals.
Each petal
feeling the wind uniquely so,
yet part of the same silent flower.

This is a gift
you have given
yourself,
because
you are in love
with yourself.

You are love.

And you love
all there is,
which is you
in all your
perspectives.

The perspectives
must forget your love,
forget to love.
They cannot love,
for they are
mental figments.
But even figments
share their origin
in that same love.

You know that
that which is truly you
is playing a kid's game,
and you pat
yourself on the back,
lovingly, knowing
you will some day
remember.

For it is inevitable
when all petals
return their gift,
becoming one
loving flower.