You begin to awaken like the blossoming of a flower. At a pace with the beams of the sun and the ambience of the moon, day and night nothing is pushed with more which you can chew on to you. Mother Earth is patient and graceful, life hands you with sufficient circumstances to propel you and and as each petals opens in a timely fashion, to unify with the encompassing unison that stems from the root of a seed, to transpire when you need the lemons of a tree that falls , bitter or sweet albeit perfect in nonduality. The gift of lemonade, a dilemma or storm all the chaos that eventually clears up like when you meditate. when you have lemons, make lemon cake. a recipe with a mixture of all aspects of the perfect, good, bad and ugly. The universe hands you everything, how will you create?