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A hard rain beats down upon fragile flowers.
But next, what happens, is a curious thing.
The sky does widen.
The sun does shine.
The birds do sing.
And the blossoms,
they rise tall,

as if the rain
has not beaten them down at all.

We simply thought it did.
Our perceptions are sometimes clouded like a stormy sky.
We attach violence to storms, as we attach truth to lies.

The petunia’s petals are delicate, yes.
But maybe, not as much as we think.

Nature gives birth to natural, pure, explanations of life.
It is never wrong.
It is never right.
It is just is.

Our minds interpret the ongoings of things around us
and we utilize our language to give birth to the circumstances of the moment.

But what if the phrase, “beaten down” did not have a negative connotation?
What if we saw the torrential rains not as torrents of turmoil
but as floods of fortune?

What if the flower is not cowering from abuse
But is recoiling, taking in its vitamins, and preparing to burst up and out into its world, full and fresh with life?

When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.  ~Buddha

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