When I smell the fragrance of the blossoms

When I smell the fragrance of the blossoms,
millions of years rush inside of me –
speeding planets,
flashes of blinding lights,
galaxies forming in twirls of dust,
and
a drop of water as atoms collide.

Time eternal
and gentle
emerging through seeds and flowers.

Fragrance –
the rush of life
exhaling from its depth,
beauty unabashed,
because it can.

When I smell the fragrance of the blossoms,
I am one with the very essence of life
because I can –
because it is.

Kenza.