We welcome the arrival of what we call "flower" and lament it's withering, longing for the decaying lump to be what it once was, seeking another thing to replace our loss. Yet we never hold a thing called "flower" in our hand, we cling to a momentary expression of life in flux, temporarily modulated into a form we might enjoy, delicate and fleeting. Regarding the "flower" but dropping the label, we understand life is a process, "flower" and "I" borderless, inseparably dancing, a seamless happening, endless expression!
