Unfolding

My dreams are each like a petal on a flower,
Looking inward at the center until the time of its unfolding
As each passion is realized, it opens to the sun, revealing a piece of the center for the world to see
But the picture is incomplete

My dreams, they seem compartmentalized, like disjointed members of the same mind
All a part of me, yet unrelated to the full reality

But now I can see that as each petal unfolds its beauty, it’s beginning to form a whole

Every dream points to the center, then springs from that source to be seen
And when the flower is complete, each seemingly separate piece
Reveals a whole image—one dream formed from different compartments of my heart

So when I can’t see clearly, and it seems my life is incomplete

I’ll just remember that some petals are still turned inward
But in time they will open and reveal the full center