The Little White Flower

It was a relaxed afternoon and while walking I saw this solitary white flower swaying gently by the sidewalk. Even though all alone, it was full of joy, full of life. It didn’t need any other flowers to tell it how beautiful it was.  It didn’t matter to this little flower.

It was complete in itself. It was whole.

And out of the sheer bliss of wholeness, it blossomed and swayed. And I too swayed with, alone with the little white flower, full of bliss and joy.