I don't know what her name is, and she certainly isn't what we think of as a 'conventional' flower... but I think most of us can relate to that last part, yes?
I met her in 2004 on the island of Maui, and I remember the meeting like it was yesterday. I so admired her colors, her symmetrical mauvey lines - and she just seemed so serene. She didn't nod or pose as many flowers do... she simply... was.
From THE TEXTURARIUM
Delicacy of Age
Life is fleeting, fragile, full and fabulous.
The young and pliable may not yet realize
that when their spring has sprung,
the delicacy of age will write an exquisite story in the finest of detail upon them, visible from the stars in the heavens above.
The point of it all: Live well. Age delicately.
From THE MONOCHROMES
Her Own Private Sunshine
Sure, she was beautiful. Everyone said so.
She didn't relate one way or another to it.
Mostly, she paid attention to her own private sunshine; that light on the inside.
As long as it was happy, she was happy.
From FLORAS & FAUNAS