The details of the future are unknown
But I tried to peek around the corner
Anyway.
All I saw was a mirage
Of swirling colours
Jangled thoughts
And jagged feelings.
It hurt my eyes
My brain shrank
I said to myself:
“That’s enough”.
A deeper wisdom nudged me kindly
A playful, existential, poke in the ribs
“Come inside,
Rest inside
Today”.
Peace returned
As a welcome friend
Bringing with it
A vision
Of the future
In picture form.
I saw the flower
Dormant as a bulb in winter
Patiently waiting
The turn of the season
The right time
To sprout
Bud
And blossom
An offering of unconscious grace
Before retiring again
To rest and sleep in darkness
The mystery of its dreaming life
Underneath the soil.
Dr Phil Daughtry
