In bits and pieces,
I am finding myself
in whole,
I was not lost,
I was, I am
in process,
Now peaking out new,
Vibrant crocus
pushing up through cold snow,
Whole me is a flower
in the process of budding
through full bloom,
I will guard this treasure,
And not let it’s appearance be shamed,
My self in bloom is beauty
in rare, raw form
fragile,
and yet miraculous in strength
bending independently toward the light,
knowingly drinking the mana of life waters,
feeding for knowledge,
preparing for
the continual, eternal
blossoming toward wholeness
Wholeness in Bloom
She of Letters 