Good God
there is
unrest
in us.
We are like
flower buds
that want
to burst open
to experience
the sun and dew.
Help us
to open up
to become
how and what
we really are.
Let what is
still closed
come to bloom.
Help us to find
ourselves
today and until
everything in us
is fully in bloom.
(Graphic: Betty Shimabukuro
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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