Blossom
by Sandy

Oh little closed bud,
you cannot see
dark and tight you grow
little do you know
that it is the Mighty Tree
that is being the smallness
of your little sleeping self

But the mystical wonder
is to awaken one day
to be the blooming fullness
of your bursting beauty

Then you will see
All that is Tree is being thee
You were not ever a separate entity

The earth and water and stars and moon
the richness of your unfolding expression
All come to open up your petals
as you rest blind to what you be

No, little bud,
wait and trust
deep within
you are about to bloom

Then you will look and see
You are the whole glorious Tree

And when you blossom
dear little bud
you will burst open with joy,
bold with color
pink-magenta flower dappling the Tree
your radiant sweetness filling the air
fragrance and love dancing with light everywhere

Your Very Glory
sees totality
The Tree is the living one
that you will always be

Love and Joy, Sandy

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