Curated | The Bloom: A Gentle Release in the Universe
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Tightening the blossoming bud is a profound secret.
It is silent, as if you turn around, it will disappear.
It is also bright, like a lantern in a puddle of dew.
As you look at it, your body also becomes tense,
as if there is a whirlpool surging in your fingertips.
'Boom'—the flower opened its eyes.
Like released from the deepest depths of the universe, an endless tenderness.
Such a happy day.
The morning mist has dissipated,
I was working in the garden.
A hummingbird hovered on the winterberry.
There is nothing in this world that I want to possess.
I know no one is worth my envy.
Any misfortune I've suffered, I've forgotten.
Thinking of you, of me, of us as one doesn't make me uncomfortable.
There is no pain on me.
I straightened up and saw the blue sea and the silhouettes of ships.
—Mihály —
Year after year, flowers bloom, and this year's are particularly precious. Even if you cannot go outdoors to enjoy the full bloom of the garden, there are flowers blooming everywhere in the world of love,May you meet your own tenderness in every release,
Is it, unintentionally, your corner of the mouth slightly raised, and your eyes also softened? It's as if there's a stream of water flowing within you, along the banks of a stream, is a tree of new green, tender and delicate pastel colors on the branches,After so long, you finally took a deep breath, recovered your own breath,
May we all breathe with life, coexist with nature in tenderness, nourish each other, and live long and long.
