All Shall Be Well

All is well.
All shall be well.
The flower blooms in spring,
fragrant, vibrant,
and quietly blends into the ground
as summer turns into fall.
Never does it leave the root of its being.
Wonder-fully,
the flower never even knows
the shape or color of its image,
for it has no mirror.
The flower knows no ownership of being,
no self-image to protect.
Whether sprouting,
blooming,
fading,
disappearing into the soil,
the flower knows only
resting in the womb of God.