La imagen de una flor, Sus colores eran opacos, Grises, Sus pétalos cerrados, Escondidos, Apenados, Triste, Su corazón estaba cubierto por pétalos doblados, Su tallo… Deshidratado, suave, sin color, Sus hojas… Caídas.
Una nube se acerca a ella y le pide que abra sus hojas. Que muestre su belleza, La flor la mira con duda… Comenta “NO”, No esta bien, No me siento cómoda. Qué tal si alguien me ve, Que dirán…
La nube deja caer algo de lluvia sobre ella, Refrescándola, La flor se siente bien, Limpia, Liberada. En una pequeña gota de agua puede ver su imagen reflejada. Nota el brillo escondido en uno de sus ojos, La nube la incita a abrirse, a expandir sus pétalos y compartirse con el mundo, La flor no cree en la belleza de su forma, Ni en la pureza de su alma, Decide. Que no es el momento de hacerlo..
La nube viene seguido a visitarla, Platica con ella, le comparte su amor hacia la vida, Y siempre compartiendo su energía con ella Siempre dejándola húmeda, Fresca, descansada. Un buen día la flor esperaba con ansia la visita de la nube.´ Estaba emocionada… Cada vez que la nube la visitaba la dejaba sintiendose mejor, Bella, Sentia lo importante que era ver la vida con amor.
Al llegar la nube rocía su delicado líquido. Cómo estás esta mañana?, Alegre y cómoda contesta la flor. La lluvia le pide que observe muy de cerca su reflejo. Te fijaste que al rociar la lluvia tus pétalos se abrieron completamente? Te fijaste que tu figura está completamente expuesta? Nada que la cubra, Sin penas ni remordimientos,
Observa tu naturaleza brillar en la simpleza de la vida, Observa como compartes con el mundo el brillo de tus colores la magnificencia de tus pétalos La apertura de tu ser… La flor se observa en una gota de agua y se da cuenta que esta imagen que ella veía como incompleta quizá inclusive fea se había convertido en
hermosa,
grande,
colorida,
Se dio cuenta que era ella misma, La misma persona, Lo que había cambiado la la forma de verse a sí misma.
Gracias hermosa Flor por compartir tu belleza!
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The image of a flower, Her colors were opaque, Gray, Her petals… Closed, Hidden, Sad…
Her heart was covered by bent petals, Her stem … Dehydrated, soft, colorless, Her leaves … Down.
Some Day a cloud approaches her and asks to open her leaves. Let them show their beauty, The flower looks at her doubtfully
“NO”, Is Not correct, I do not feel comfortable. What if someone sees me, What they will say…
The cloud drops some rain drops on her, Refreshing her, The flower feels good, Clean, Released.
In a small drop of water she can see her reflected image. Noting the brightness hidden in one of her eyes, The cloud encourages her to open,
To expand its petals and share them with the world,
But the flower did not believed in the beauty of her form, Or the purity of her soul, Deciding that is not the time to do it ..
The cloud is often visiting her, Talking to her, sharing her love for life, And her energy, Always leaving it wet, Fresh, Rested.
One day the flower looked forward to the visit of the cloud. She was excited… Every time the cloud visited her, she help her feeling better, Beautiful, The flower was learning how important was to see life with love.
Upon arriving the cloud sprinkles its delicate liquid. How are you feeling this morning?, Cheerful and comfortable answer the flower. The rain asks her to observe her reflection closely. Did you notice that after spraying you, your petals opened completely? Did you notice that your figure is completely exposed? Nothing is covering it, Without sorrows or regrets,
Watch your nature shine in the simplicity of life, See how you share with the world the brightness of your colors
the magnificence of your petals The opening of your being … The flower see herself reflected on a drop of water
Realizes that the image that she saw before incomplete perhaps even ugly had become beautiful, large, colorful,
She realized that she was herself, Same person, The only change was the way she saw herself.
Thank you beautiful Flower for sharing your beauty!
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