Like Sunflowers

Sunflowers

 Great majestic heads,
crowned with rays of sun

bend gracefully 

in the early Autumn breeze.
Vibrant and reassuring,
offered up
so cheerfully
to the fluttering
and humming Life
 that passes by.

Life's breath flows unseen

through strong torsos, 
tall and erect

waving but unwavering 

against an ever changing 

landscape

Broad leafs,
extend outwardly,
 asking
for more 
of what is needed to
allow their beings
to dance,
accepting
with  shameless gratitude
nature's ever giving
bounty.

Roots,
I can not see,
stretch deep below
the visible surface
like elegant, pointed toes,
trusting without sight,
 delicately connecting
and
spinning into all that is.


I breathe and 

like the sunflowers

settle
into the breeze 

shared by my own
little existence,
supported and fed 

by this body
that holds me upright.
Reaching out
my trembling hands
I ask
for what is needed
to sustain me.
Blushing,
but getting past
my shame of needing;
I slowly,
ever so slowly ,
learn
to appreciate all that
lands on my
outstretched appendages. 

Like the sunflowers,
  I begin to trust  

that all
will be transformed
into that which  will
stretch and lengthen

this version of Life
as it expands 

toward the infinite space of sky.


Though I can not yet
see my own roots,
my own tattered and worn
point shoes,
I imagine them there
extending
and reaching out
to the Source of everything.
I let go and do my best
to trust the
perfect  flow and rhythm of
 nature's dance,
allowing the music of Life
to open me up

to all that is.

Like
the dancing sunflowers,
I am freed.

© Dale-Lyn : July, 2020