In the deep cavernous realm of the Absolute
A seedling lay dormant, her existence unplanned.
Each moment was an unaspiring pause
Which blossomed into the next without agenda
Beckoning forth the emerging light
As a series of spiral imprints
On Creation’s canvas.
Nothing will be done until it needs doing
All shall be known when it needs knowing
In the meantime the Plan reveals
Its unique map in perfect timing, Heaven sent.
Copyright Fizzy Wisdom
13th April 2020