"The flower is always the bud’s undoing. Let go then."- Pavithra K.Mehta
If I knew that I would never see a full-blown rose, or the velvet seduction of the black iris blossom if those flower’s buds did not let go of their tight togetherness, how would I turn towards the places within myself where I too am tight, and holding on, and soften, and soften, and let go?
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