Blooms and life

Blooms and life

In the hour before dawn ,

A rose bud was born,

Slowly stretching her petals,

 clockwork precision, 

If you please! 

 The roots 

And leaves 

Waiting on the stalk,

Held their breath, 

Without a pause! 

Watching her , 

allowing her 

To unfold 

With bated breath ,

Into the bloom.it was meant to be ! 

Consciousness in the flower ,

Watches the awakening,

Regardless of the 

Outside world .

The Master says,

In quiet contemplation,

The awareness heightens,

And in that state of meditation,

We reach Realisation!