I love dandelions for the very fact that they are weeds, unwanted by all but one with high medicinal value. I love the puffballs and also blowing the dandelions It is considered a weed, much hated by most, yet, so beautiful as a flower and after it transforms itself into a mist of minuscule white flakes, I call it parachutes of life. It is a joy for me to just see them and run after the flying tiny parachutes. Though a weed much hated the puffball are loved by many for the sheer joy it gives. After all a weed and why did it change? Why is it beautiful and full of happy memories when it becomes a puffball?
Turn towards myself and maybe the pain will actually give me something beautiful in return. I make myself strong, by choice, with my heart, mind, and will!! Then why is my situation, my life, my 'self', vulnerable when only I have the power to choose what will eventually bring me happiness? The things I went thru in life, makes me learn and grow but why am I in a state of convincing myself? Is being strong a boon or a bane? Today I love being alone and in solitude with nature, to reignite my inner strengths and be human again.
Dandelions will always be a symbol of hope, a symbol of thankfulness and the power of choice, the ability to see the best of myself. I choose to blow the dandelion, a beautiful feeling to see them flying free at will and it's a mesmerizing thing.
I prefer to be a weed,
standing alone,
loved by few who,
come close enough to notice
the inner beauty,
like awkward puzzle pieces
falling into place.
Turn towards myself and maybe the pain will actually give me something beautiful in return. I make myself strong, by choice, with my heart, mind, and will!! Then why is my situation, my life, my 'self', vulnerable when only I have the power to choose what will eventually bring me happiness? The things I went thru in life, makes me learn and grow but why am I in a state of convincing myself? Is being strong a boon or a bane? Today I love being alone and in solitude with nature, to reignite my inner strengths and be human again.
Dandelions will always be a symbol of hope, a symbol of thankfulness and the power of choice, the ability to see the best of myself. I choose to blow the dandelion, a beautiful feeling to see them flying free at will and it's a mesmerizing thing.
I prefer to be a weed,
standing alone,
loved by few who,
come close enough to notice
the inner beauty,
like awkward puzzle pieces
falling into place.
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