Opportunity

Opportunity

The beauty of life is unmistakable.

There is nothing to compare it to.

We look out our window,

the leaves of trees have yet to open,

wrapped up tightly in their pods.

One brief blink and there they are,

open to receive the song of sun and rain.

Much like the first spring buds, we are.

The only true difference is the availability of option.

At every opportunity we can discern to keep ourselves cocooned,

suffocating out the light and nourishment needed for expansion.

Frozen in an endless winter sleep.

We also have the ability to surrender and unravel our breath,

sensing and riding unforeseeable compass.

Springs’ curious companion.

Neither is a definitive path,

nor do they fall into any regulations of correctness.

Unlike our deeply rooted ancestors,

we can unfold, cocoon, unfold, and cocoon as many times as we allow.

We are unbound by the forces of earthly nature,

free to ride the waves of human experience.