July 01, 2017

I am an ashoka tree an empress of flowers the color of mangoes I will wait until the fruit inside me is ripened I will allow the sun to warm me cooking my ideas to imperfect perfection following the clock like Mother Nature in a complex web a multiplicity of forces like birth and death everything has its own timing  we cannot rush the moment the crowning of our emergence we are all rebirthing ourselves in a world of mysterious circumstances I am reaching deep within my limbs and roots feeling the beauty of what’s already there even with fruits yet unripened even if flowers still in tight buds unopened I am an empress of bounty  I am fertile and bursting with potential it’s only a matter of time.