some months ago lying on my bed while recovering I was able to watch the iris in the bouquets over the period of a week as they slowly and graciously unfolded their gifts to me
each day a tightly furled bud would begin its slow-motion self-revelation until by the end of the day it would be in full expansion
next morning it would have closed in on itself only to allow the next bud positioned farther down the stalk to display its breathtaking beauty
the very being of the iris
their incomprehensible delicacy and extravagance
the furry petaled dip and curve of them
the modulations of color
the various textures of stalk stem stamen and pistil
all elegantly displayed themselves for my wonderment
there was a wordlessness to the experience that is impossible to convey
the iris simply were
they were inexpressible gifts
unique
unrepeatable
unforgettable
if only I could be present to really see and receive them
I knew I had never seen iris before
I was not sure I had ever really seen anything before
but now I knew
I had seen iris
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