Our Real Purpose
Our Real Purpose
Perhaps our real purpose is not
the constant polishing we think
will make us who we are, but
the patience it takes to unfold
into our own slow spring, like
coneflowers whose true faces
can be seen in the green beginnings
of each blossom forming long before
both color and petal first appear.
We become ourselves the moment
we decide to move in the d…
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