bloom

bloom (for pam) as morning’s radiance draws spirits near the world grows tender with translucent light the edges soften, shadows fear no flight as what was hidden now becomes more clear no choir sounds, no herald shall appear yet something in this early burst of sight unfolds the heart, as if the day’s first rite was simply learning how to hold it dear the mind, once hectic, loosens grasping hold a gentler rhythm rising in its place its openness not hurried or controlled and in that ease two halves begin to trace new paths where other stories can be told and move then, each to each, in slow embrace ~ and move then, each to each, in slow embrace with inner glow and morning’s outer gleam they join, reflecting but a single theme of opening in one expanding space no boundary constricts the time or place as sight grows fluid in transparent beam with what had been a dualistic dream transforming into unitary grace the hush that forms is neither yours nor mine but only present, brightly calm and clear a seamless union where our worlds align and, in that union, let this truth appear : all that we see is born of the divine and found in moments : simply now and here ~ and found in moments : simply now and here the sure unfolding of each inner bloom the sure release from any doubt or gloom in turning toward the light that draws it near no fanfare sounding in the atmosphere 'tis but the quiet of this sunlit room where simple flowers praise of life resume and show how faith can brighten every sphere so too the heart, oft hidden in the dark responds to warmth it sometimes fears to trust once more on its true course shall it embark arising from its shroud of earth and dust and, in that rising, life renews its spark a flower opening because it must rjh 17may2026 ~ artwork by pam, "sprouting in spring" orchestrated by chat-gpt 5.5