reflection

we surface

then resurface

over and over again.

how do we see the pattern that we weave

before the tapestry is complete?

a bubble blown floats on the breeze

then lands on the silken waters of a pond;

reflecting back:

the trees, the sky, the clouds, the entire universe

upon its surface.

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