Hidden within she held a dream...

Softly weaving its' threads, Day and night,

Silently working.

Though all she felt were the ripples,

An ocean of desire lived in the belly of her soul.

Tides ebbing and flowing, Waves coming and going,

Stirring the brimming bowl of life's bounty.

Past and future absorb into a tender holding of unlimited potential.

Pain and pleasure merge into a silent embrace of ecstatic living.

She sees that each moment holds the droplets of a thousand more,

Condensed from the well of existence;

Returning to the clouds of formlessness.

And Now becomes enough.