The midnight bloom
How did we miss it?
As the midnight hour blooms
Be ready for intuitive plumes
Arising from the depths
Stealthily riding on breaths
Thoughts aren’t awake at that hour
The purity, they cannot sour
As the experience blooms
Traces of misery, it consumes
Sleep is heavy on the eyes
Opening to the night they despise
So many chances missed
We may never know they exist
Secretive, in the dead of the night
Determination burning bright
The eyes can have their rest
While we get ready and dressed
Waiting for the midnight bloom
And its heavenly perfume
The scent lingers, mind steps aside
Revealing a brand new inside
Decorated with wisdom’s pearls
And whatever the hidden unfurls
Reveling, while it is dark outside
We see life’s unknown bright side
Thousands of steps we must take
When the world is awake
To see the midnight bloom
It will dispel darkness and gloom
The light we see is temporary
For it to shine, darkness is necessary
We are accustomed to that contrast
The night sky reveals just how vast
Taking one step into the darkness
Requires attention and sharpness
Even more when eyes are closed
When our frailties are easily exposed
Be assured, of the midnight bloom
We can’t see until we shed the costume
To live in the world it is necessary
Keep it light, not burdensome or heavy
We carry everything into our sleep
The weight won’t let us sink deep
The midnight bloom is of greater depth
It does not yield to wealth or strength
The lighter we are, the deeper we sink
When freed from the need to think
It happens, the midnight bloom is revealed
Such beauty, how come it is concealed?
The sight commands a big price
The practice is difficult and precise
Those who know how are never seen
Only the hand of grace can intervene
When it is no more seen as a struggle
Opens a door to the realm of the subtle
Patience, the virtue that brings it into view
And the midnight bloom makes its debut
