Abundance

I ponder and prance upon the enormous boom and bloom of abundance. It is the dinner plate dahlia with its mane of 151 pink silk petals. It is the sea at sunrise just before summer when we wake early and run barefoot on the cold, wet sand. It is invisible. It is often unintentional. It is as the stars are in the endless universe - brilliant little lights in the pitch-black night. It is like breath - nothing and yet, everything. It is a bubbling of joy and acceptance. It is a still dance and a silent symphony. It is a vibration, a hum, a beat, a buzz. It is a tide of blackbirds as they move like a wave on the wind.