All attachments live in the same place – codependence. They are beautiful while they last, but deep down, I sense a struggle to find meaning in being alone and independent.
Sunflowers often ask the night why do they have to close their petals and turn west at dusk. And the night has no answers, since it cannot photosynthesize. Together, the lament their dependence on the Sun.
a secret desire
to find nourishment elsewhere
liberate itself
from the omnipresent God
they dream of meaningful nights

Just lovely, Reena. ❤
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Thank you so much!
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Dear Reena
interesting picture your sunflowers at night.
Why they turn at dusk you find in Ovids ‘Metamorphosis’. How the old Greek explained you can read in our sunflower blog
All the best
The Fab Four of Cley
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Thanks for sharing the link 😊
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WOW! This is deep, Reena!
~David
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Thank you so much!
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This poem is fantastic, Reena!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks, Yvette!
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There is something very special about this poem 💜💜
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Special thanks to you! 🙏😊
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There is 💜
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I just read this poem again, and I love it even more! 🌻
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Thanks for reading it again 🤗
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Fantastic insight.
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Thanks!
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This is wonderful Reena!
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Thank you so much, Tina!
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A beautiful reflective poem, Reena.
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Thank you, Gwen!
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Wow! Gorgeous piece, Reena.
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Thanks a ton 🤗
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You’re welcome, Reena!
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Fabulous, Reena. 🌻
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Thanks so much!
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You’re so welcome.
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