S.  04/09/11

Why she flowered at this time in her life was because she had experienced what all life had to give her up to that point.  She had been saturated by life’s experiences--the joys, the sadness, the births, the deaths, the anger, the tragedies, the re-births, the laughter, the love, the anxiety, the depression, the compassionate moments, the spiritual and emotional metamorphosis of growth, the physical pains one experiences and sometimes forgets; the mental breakdowns and all that goes with it, and finally the understanding that through that grand tunnel of all of these, life’s experiences coming to the other side of being—the incredible side of understanding, the great awakening or AH-HA moments that one has in a moment of quiet, like Zen reflection—life becomes a reflection of oneself upon a still, fresh, clear, quiet pool of water—a  mirror image of life’s experiences.  No judgments. Just years of growth through the passage and tunnels of time, by the same external clock that we all march to.  Tick, tock.  No matter how rich or how poor—we all march to the same clock and what we make of our experiences, and of our growth and our abundance in our experiences is indeed our own.

Sacheen

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why she flowered at this time of her life

is because the season is right. the cycle continues in a wheel and

this season the broken spoke was fixed off season. She took a breather

from the smoke, the bud wasn’t to smoke but to grow up. she has been

waiting,watering me, nursing and nurturing me, fixing my broken spokes

off season, even taking the cards out of the spokes attached by clothes

pins. to make a lot of noise, she quieted my ego. now it's reciprocating

and the wheel keeps on toinin’ and the wheel keeps on boinin’, she

flowered because she cut her chord with little smoke, she let little

bud,her daughter and big bud her brother, water her, nourish her and nurse

her, prune the branches that cut her off from the sunlight of the

spirit.

well that's a dream of mine; my little sister will most likely never come round.

my sister is what i think of when when i hear the #5. her birthday

august 5th 1965, the same year the grateful dead and the super bowl

was born and same week of the watts riots to boot.

i was 3 years older and mom, pops and i headed west in may from nyc;

pit stop in nebraska where my little rat sister was born

she's okay, the little rat flower.

Bless  04/09/11