Poem, Beautiful, sprouting flower

So much potentiality
To be Who you truly Are.
A Blooming flower
A Sprouting flower

Leaves are hanging down.
Saddened and burdened
Forgot about purpose
Got winded up in identities
In worries and doubts.

Don't worry

Just be
A precious flower

Let the Still rains water you.
Wash away your identities.
And the problems.
Created by you identifying with something you are not.

Let life flow through you.
From your root
Let it flower all through you
Let it immerse your very being.

Oh, precious, beloved flower.
Life is easy if you just stay
Connected to the Source.
Connect to the Source of Love

Let Love flow all through you
Just observe your attachments
To thoughts, people, identities,objects.
And they will fall away.

And you will be free.
Connected to the source.
Love will flow,flow,flow
In to your every cell.
Filling your whole being.

Oh precious, beautiful Flower.
Oh precious child.
Just be.

Just be
And you will be free.
To partake in life's symphony
In beautiful harmony.
Embrace your part in the orchestra.
Be yourself.

Just be
And flow with your Unique tone.

You are not separated.
You are One with Existence

Be in this place of grace.