See How They Grow

Wildflowers grow
without discipline,
rooted in the secret order
of quietness.
Nature draws no
straight lines or right angles.

Edges must get rounded.
Wouldn't you rather run
your fingers through black loam
than scroll the golden
books of the Law?

What you really seek
is the fragrance of chaos,

like a moth
at a purple aster,
feasting

on the intimate fragility
of a mountain meadow.

Surrender.
Grow light.
Strip off your armor
of should and shouldn't.
Then with all the earth
for a heart,
fight the valiant
battle for beauty.




Took this photo on Mt. Tahoma (Rainier)