Invitation
A soft animal coming out of its den at its own rhythm
A gentle bird sitting on a branch not quite ready to sing
A flower blooming in the sun yet to find its own fragrance
A lake at the bottom of your surrender well
A power that moves through and expands you
Until you become who you were
Wordless
Unbound
Unwritten
Open book
The jewels of imperfection
The jewels we already have, witness, become
The treasures we do not need to seek or buy
For their currency flow through our hearts
The melodies that sing without a sound
The mistakes we should laugh about
As we repeat them again and again
Until the shattered vase lets through the light
The shimmering gold of our imperfections
