all of it and all of us.

 a collective. 

becoming. 

- one. 

trust'ing.

when your destiny is being whispered

into your ears 

by the winds

listen.

and trust.

and believe. 

magic.

show and tell.

the language 

of becoming.  

enough.

you alone

are enough.

bloom.

dancing in the wind.

seeds 

scattered

on a placcid concrete. 

who knew ? 

who knew ? 

that we too

would bloom. 

bees.

...all of this, honey.

a lesson in patience.

At a certain time and at a certain place you begin to understand. Those thickset  knots start coming undone with age, the ice starts to melt away and it is as if your being is borne into a light and a lightness that it had not known before.

This is the work of time and experience manouvring themselves and wounding events in a way that shapes what some might be inclined to call fate or destiny. Some may refer to it as purpose. How you define it, what you call it are not the matter at hand but rather matters of how this coming of age can be such a beautiful thing. Invigorating. How understanding is so liberating. Enlightening.

These should not be rushed.
Know that everything that is meant to be, happens just at the right time.

 - a lesson in patience.  

seasons of becoming.

evolutions.

everything is within a fluctuationg season

unravelling,

revolutions

of the self.

-    becoming.