Blooming
To see what the world sees
In you would be to miss
To get stuck in mundane.
Looking in your eyes
Seeing the depths of being
A playful energy wanting out.
Moment of connection
Feeling the burn of the past
Hesitation to be again
Then it comes
A flower blooming
Taking over reality
The dance begins
Subtle at first
Soon, birthing a dragon
Like a kalidescope
Movement and energy spin
The dancer being danced
In that moment its real
This. Is. All. There. Is.
It cannot be named
It becomes a gravity
All become involved
All become evolved…
A conductor of beings
Danced in a pool
Of universal love
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