The Flower.

The flower.

The flower will not bloom.

The flower seed, eaten by the mass. The mass who got greedy and hated the seed for it was blooming the way they did not like or want.

But the ground was set for the flower to grow.

Many of the garden set on far away lands to set the soil. They brought the rain of joy when needed and the worms when needed.

They became stars. But they were setting up for the flower.

The flower never came.

It was eaten away, its seed – such a precious and wondrous seed.

It was eaten by greed.

Given to be nurtured, to be shown off – the seed was about to grow…

But darkness fell on the earth, the seed couldn’t grow.

They gave it sunlight and it was about to open.

But just before it could… it was taken from us.

Others felt the seed wasn’t the one needed. They wanted other flowers, of stench, of tendrils, of worms where only wasps and monster hornets thrive. The world has become darkened, full of tumbleweeds, moss and sinew.

That flower seed was to give the world hope, deprived of much via its own malfeasance. It is the sad reality of human life – the divine creator had given His creation apart of His own Divinity, but only a few – even some that never knew Him, has ever used it.

A soul understands when such grace is shown. A soul who understands this, says thank you, for such grateful gifts. It doesn’t shame it. It gets out of its way and lets it grow.

To Let it grow.

Humanity, a small subject of us; have never utterly understood it. Angels live in the stars and on earth and yet our nature is to sin upon sin upon sin.

But even in that… the Creator, has never forgotten or forsaken us. A tiny bit of Himself glows in Mankind and in some places, that glow, can it be – the heart that grew three sizes that day, the one that said no more to the lies, the one that stated we will go to the moon and other places to seek His face, those ones – was it in this seed?

This seed.

Eaten before it could grow, bring bees to pollinate other flowers, much more different than others but with the same hope? That it can clean out the moss of the ugliness that others have brought about – from weeds, and its seeds, that cover the world in confusion and crisis that it cannot solve.

The seed that could have been. The flower that should have been. The air it brings, the power it gave. The love it shown even to the point of its demise.

That is what was lost – another chance, in a world no longer deserving of any more chances.

That what was taken from the world.

So why are we stunned when the bees drudge on, on the same demonic flowers. That’s all they know, that’s all they will ever know.

We are in deficit.

And humanity will suffer that emptiness for its rest of its existence.

But the memory of what it could have been remains…

And maybe – after this human world passes, and the tumbleweed dies, and the dark flowers breath their last breath on the earth made sick through humans own weaknesses and hubris…

That a flower, such as the one we lost…

Will finally bloom.

Until then, let the dark be the dark… and let the only light outside of the stars in the sky, and the sun that is sick in the heart to keep such other filthy demonic flowers live…

Let that only light

Be the dim, pink light lit by the fire of divinity – and the blue flame of our Creators anger…

Be the light we see, as we sleep each night away in the nightmares that we suffer now, and the suffering to come.

Let it remind us of the joys lost to the world…

And remind us of the sorrowful fate of our existence.

Rest In Power, Peace and Love

Hana Kimura...

May you name live in the hearts of Mankind forever.