Please world, stop killing the flowers.
I wrote this very simple poem a few weeks back, it was inspired by this quote by Osho, a beautiful and very true statement. In life we seem to become all to obsessed with capturing those things that we love, but by the very nature of capturing it we are in fact killing it. A flower is forever changing, forever growing, forever evolving, it is not possible to pick it and freeze it in time in that very moment that it was broken away from its stem. This is the moment that it starts to die, when we forget what it could have become and dream only of what it was. The poem itself is not about love, but rather the desire to fly free, to explore the skies once again without the shackles of chains holding us back.
“If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.
Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation.”
Oh tingle snook, tingle snook,
When will it be,
That our wings will be clipped
So we can fly free.
Why do they cage us,
And force us to be,
Then swear and cuss
When we’re not what they see.