At this juncture we stand
On the shoulders of our past.
We honour the possibilities in the present
And the deaths of the self
That made space for this moment.
Much like the flower that blossoms
In the graveyard:
It celebrates the life in the plant
And the dead that nourish its roots.
Therein lies the beauty
Of life and death
Nourishing each other.
What some call, a paradox
Nature calls, flourishing.
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