01/30/2026
When you’re in the midst of winter, but you feel the pull, after so much shedding and moving through the darkness without eyes and only a tiny flame in the belly of your knowing, this is how I know why the flowers bloom.
As spring draws near,
it is the pulse of creation
calling itself into form.
An ancient remembering surges from within—
undeniable as gravity,
as starlight curving toward becoming.
She cannot resist it.
She must burst forth.
She must open to the heavens,
unfolding herself to the sky
the way galaxies spill from the dark,
obedient only to their own brilliance.
For Within her lives a beauty unspoken,
coded in light,
waiting for the precise moment
when potential becomes breath.
And the soft whisper of her dna becomes a colorful tapestry once again
Each blossom a masterpiece
never witnessed before,
yet remembered across lifetimes—
written in constellations,
echoed throughout all that is.
She releases the scent of the universe itself,
the rhythm of creation made visible,
dancing its way into joy,
into possibility,
into now.
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