You Bloom -

My observation, beauty.
The remnants of morning dew upon red rose petals.

Simple. Obvious. Undeniable.
The scent.

Instantly, I experience a shift.

Am I looking down at it — into it?
Observing a small blossom beneath me?

Or am I looking up into it?
Into a universe unfolding in layers?

The rose opens toward the sky.
I stand above it.

Or do I?

A moment where perspective dissolves.
Scale becomes uncertain.
The bloom becomes vastness.

A blossom of life — vast in its own existence.
A universe in and of itself.

Looking closely —
the question keeps returning.

Am I staring down at it?

Or am I looking up into a beautiful abyss?

—

Look in a mirror.
You exist. Continue to blossom.

You need you.
And I do too.
We all do.