That dog who growls at you
the pain gnawing at your heart
the silent mate
All swim inside the circle of you.
exactly when the Beloved ordains,
so they may most serve you.
Each is a seed,
at first appearing as little but a nub
but once watered
it sprouts and grows into something new:
a green-leafed stem
then a closed blossom
and finally the unfolded rose.
And yet always just you,
the you who is the whole universe,
the you that is everything
so that nothing is out of place
no extra puzzle pieces in the box
all perfectly existing for you
to expand you like a galaxy
forever great, unfathomable,
Image: Wild roses in Jemez Mountains, New Mexico