Rolling in my elecution
Dancing in my eloquence
Alive in my institution,
But stop a while and listen.

Open
Your palms.
Breathe
Like flowers breathe.

Now, stretch your fingers
Out like a lotus.
Hard?
Think of the flower.

As it is to stretch your fingers out
So it is a strain on the flower.
Not easy to keep
Your colour bare,

But remember,
If the flower gave in to discomfort
If it gave itself away to pain
Would the world be beautiful?

Would the bees still hummer?
Would the owls still ******?
If the petals were like metal would
We breathe at all today?

Let yourself
Fall open
And keep it there
As there's nothing better


Than beauty bare.