Unfolding into the Fullness of MySelf

Gently
gently
she unfolds…

Slowly
slowly
she becomes…

Softly
softly
she blossoms…

Unfolding into
the fullness
of mySelf…

. . .

Peeling away the layers, trying to reach the center of Me

like an onion, they say, or the artichoke,

pulling off the pointy tough outer leaves, one by one,

until:
oh, look
the tender
delicate
inner layers,
tell me I am
getting closer

to the heart.

But also, what if, rather than working from the outside in,

I am working from the inside out,
like a seed, a flower, a blossom,

ever-opening, the petals unfurling,
in lush expression

from the center,
infinitely radiating outward.

Sometimes opening with gratitude, ease, bliss

Sometimes afraid to continue opening—so painful, raw, & tender

and yet it continues, Source moving through me,

blossoming forth, some petals wilting, falling away,

others freshly unfolding,
the fragrance unknowable,

and still I try to inhale Her scent
as She shines out through me.

I grow
I blossom
I fall away.

Unfolding into fullness of mySelf.

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