Abundance

Maybe this is something

We come to know

In secret,

When smiling to

Our selves.

Crooked, snaking

Halves – stretching,

Pursing – then

Finding ease,

Sliding in

Loose creases.

Tulip petals

Finally,

Unfolding.

Finally,

Released.

The Peace

Of the moment

So brilliantly shining

You almost completely

Forget the thought

Initiating this gift.  

For it is in

The purposeful unraveling,

Where our colors

Bleed and blend

As One,

And dreams

Are given

The space

To breathe,

That we have

The opportunity

To see

That both life

And love

Emerge from

Intricately woven

And endlessly

Repeating patterns.