When old things bloom anew

I find it curious
that when a new idea
begins to germinate
the universe conspires
to nurture
and protect,
to guide
and shelter
and water
the tiny flame of life
that it might glow with possibility,
thus feeding and enlivening
the gray patches,
the worn paths
of thoughts and plans
no longer vibrant or appropriate.
And see,
reflected glow is rising there,
a deepening promise:
that which had lain fallow
is itching to bloom again.


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