The Bloom

 I was once like a blooming flower in outward appearance.  Ah youth!  But now I am past full blooming.  Like a flower, it does not last long.  Life is short.  Rather than get depressed, I like the idea of making peace with diminishment.  Someone said that diminishment is a quieting process.  Maybe that is why some people get noisier as they age.  They don’t accept life on life’s terms.  In a spiritual practice, we act on this acceptance.  We begin to surrender.  Like what?  Like stuff, all the stuff in the garage, closet, basement, attic.  We stop trying to do all things young.  Stop doing too much.  Easy does it becomes more of a reality.  We listen better.  We give opinions only if asked and admit when we have no clue.  We accept forgetfulness.  We are alive though.  We still have some purpose today.  Live.  But let live.