Heartfulness
At dusk I bend to smell the rose,
and deep in its cup,
a bee burrows in bliss.
Twilight falls on the show
like a slow scrim,
and the sunset chorus ceases.
Let me keep unfolding like the rose.
and learn to hover
in the blossom of the moment,
trading mindfulness for heartfulness,
so I can burrow, like the bee,
into the center of the rose.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
Another truly precious poem from my sister Susa.
Ahhh. Beautiful word picture 🙂