trust?

trust?

have you ever fallen in love with a flower?
A tear drop out of awe?
A proclamation of devotion?
An opening of a space known only to your most intimate lovers?

How can this emergence beckon from what follows a biological strand of genetics?
What is it that forms and creates this beauty that inspires such affection?

Creation, the eons and eons of evolution, the lasting imprinted learnings upon learnings,
She that holds this very flower with authenticated archives,
She that runs your bowels, your heart, your lungs, your very breath,
It is She.

Be not ignorant to the gravity of your question,
Can I trust the opening of my own heart?

But be not ignorant to the prestige from where this heart comes.