Speaking Of Stillness.

Resting in 'selfness', flowers colour forth, with Brilliant hues. They do nothing but be What they are, and can therefore wholly give Of themelves with intensity, while we Have to be so much to many. Our faces Have manifold sides, but trying the still Serene 'being' with which nature erases All else, we too can find quiet and thrill At the peace felt inside. Like the flower We have a beauty, though hidden, that shines From our core with awareness. Power, Resulting from calm, means we can refine Every moment, then colour with love our Own self. Stillness does for us as with flowers.