Each morning wrap your laughter and enthusiasm,
your patience, and the kindest words you know
into packages you can dispense all day long.
Open your heart as wide as it will stretch,
then give without holding anything back,
not trying to save some for later
or for someone more important.
Pour all of yourself into every moment,
each encounter, trusting that somehow
due to some cosmic accounting practice
you will still have more than enough
at the end of the day.
Despite walking past it every day,
tonight is the first time I notice
the seven-foot tall sunflower
with its legions of flowers swirling
like satellites in every direction,
in my neighbor’s garden.
Suddenly I remember
tender seedlings I planted
somewhere deep inside of me
at the beginning of the summer,
and I am amazed to discover
a sturdy stalk growing
from my center, its leaves and stems
bursting out from under my clothes,
and all those soul-cracking moments
that dropped me to my knees
as I uncovered more truth
must have been the flowers
bursting into bloom.