Art, Photography, Poetry, Dance, Music… Why?

To Understand. To Know. To Express…
something about the sumptuous mysteries we find ourselves immersed in.
To compassionately come to know leads to loving… then losing…
I immediately saw this little tulip as delicate and weak.
It stood tall for its first few days. Then. Gradually. Slumped.
Lay its head on the ground. Lived there. Resting for a few days.
Then. Done. With being a tulip blossom.
For the time; being remains.
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