Tiny

Look, and what do you see?

Do you see the tidbits that reside under everything else; the bloom that is here for but a moment?

Do you see your moment?

Are you as aware as the bud, the flower, the waning blossom?

Look down at the tiny blossoming universe, can you see the very delicate hand that tends her? 

Can you feel her tending you?

With gratitude,

 Jo