This small life in my hand, she unfurls from her small center.
She is readying to reach out in all directions; like, ripples
that uncurl across the surface of still water from a single stone.
The widening ripples spread until, checked,
they fall back in a deep drawing in,
as inhale follows exhale and in again.
This blossom will open her petals wide, but not apart.
She will hold to the small center of her stillness and be whole,
not scattered to the winds.
This, our deepest heart, our place of both reaching out and drawing in,
this our small center of stillness,
this is the home of our wholeness.
Remain true to our center
Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography