The snow does not pretend to be white.

And it knows its time.

It understands when it must fall and hears

nature calling to it.

It covers the world with a cold blanket while

all life waits to be awakened.

I do not pretend to be great.

I have simply  awoken to the truth that I am.

people may not notice the potential which lives in me waiting,

always waiting to be,

and occasionally they have a glimpse inside its window,

watching it bloom  like a lotus flower, some times nourished

with nothing but mud.

The world does not pretend to be round.

It wont succumb to our perception.

Its shape has always been the same

despite human claim.

Our awareness cannot change what it is.

So why should it pretend?