Dancing like the Flowers…

There were little wild yellow flowers everywhere…I stood at the edge of this expanse of flowers with my toes quivering…how would I get myself to cross this stream without squishing a few under my unworthy feet… but I had no choice but to tentatively step forward…trembling and shaky with the effort to minimize the cruelty…one step…two step…three step…four…five…step…step…and I stop…and look around…what beauty… what selflessness…to live so pretty and to die in the height of your youth…I stood there and paid homage to the hundreds of flowers that made one corner of the huge football field come alive by their end…
I stood there and looked upward… to gauge how traumatic a fall that must be from grace…
I stood there a while but as I looked up, I saw them gently spiral downward… a pretty ballerina style twirl and I followed them down with my eyes and I saw their joy at having lived and their dance…a dance of life and I admired their simplicity…
As I stood there…it seemed like they heard my thoughts and in return came towards me… it was slower that slow motion…their decent upon me and they fell on every part of me…like an embrace...in my hair…on my shoulders…in my bag…on my feet…felt like a princess…did not think I deserved such affection…wanted to tell them not to waste their dance on me…me who makes my life so complicated when it simply need not be like...but they were not ready to listen…

They were saying something to me…its okay to fall…its alright to give in…its alright to give yourself away…but when you do that, do it with all you’ve got…be happy without expecting anything in return…make it like a dance…make it unforgettable…even if there’s no one to see it…do it for yourself…
: ) trying it out…to dance through my life…