We are a bud that is about to bloom.

We are an egg that is about to hatch.

We are a butterfly about to come out from its cuccon.

We are possibilities of possibilities 

for we are what we create in our minds. 

We know that others are our mirrors, 

but we don’t admit it all the time.  

What’s in one is also in another.  

We contain the universe and the universe contains us 

and all the moving parts continue to move,

colliding against each other,

into a moment in time.

This whirlwind of thoughts, 

how orderly they become when the ego is put aside.  

They settle like dust in the bottom of a pond, 

resting there making the water a clear reflection 

of  our true reality as love in all its beauty and magnificence.