Hold onto that life force you like to call sacred.
Sacred is knowing that the universe is conscious.
Consciousness is existence.
That flower you hold is the manifestation of the energy within.
Its shape dictated by its creation.
Creation unknown to us, but a creator exists.
Its existence necessitated by creation.
You hold in your hand a representation.
An idea formed without being told to us its reasoning behind the formation.
The idea perfected.
Life is but a flower.
A flower held in your loving hands.
Hold the flower of my life.
You hold my life in your hands.