Big Bloom

Great brilliant blossoming
          unfolding to reveal further
          folded buds, pink and white,
                     seeds locked within fruit
                       within flowers, wrapt
                         round by the humming
                           shimmering wings of bees.

Not born, because this profusion
is ever-bearing.

Not centred, because every molecule,
every dot of space radiates brightly
in all directions.

Not bound, because the ropes themselves
unwind, spilling
                liquid silver rivulets into the sky.