by Lori (L. Virelli)
Flexible arms bend
in the winds of storm.
Sometimes they crack
or break away.
It eventually grows more.
Its rich fullness blows away
but returns even more luxurious,
as if to fly in the face of adversity.
It has faith in its own nature.
It has faith in the environment
to supply its every need.
I wish to be the same,
to stand serene and secure,
among the powerful squalls
life lashes against my
mind, body and soul.
You move effortlessly in the breeze,
not resisting, but bending, ever resilient.
I long to model you,
as I strive to live from my divine nature.
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