Oh, darlings – just look to her beauty.

The lovely peony has graced us with her bloom. And with humbled grace, she bows before us – ever grateful to this day.

Just as the morning’s first hue, she is destined to transfix – to transmute worry into will.

Ready to break free this impermanence of heart, with pools of white and speckled pink.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️