The Inner Weave

Seeming coincidences,
Chance encounters,
Sequences of events conspiring to shape life
Into a harmony of perfection.

Yet we wake only to sleepwalk;
Forgetting to inhale the rose.
Taking for granted the sky,
Ignoring the whispering trees.

Our lives are woven works of art,
Intertwined threads creating a whole.
Be conscious and blend effortlessly into the fabric;
Become the beautiful pattern that you already are.