A bud opens within the present moment,
a bud of what will be.
This precious bud contains the arrival of the new,
that which is trying to come forth in the present.
This emergence is holy.
It is of the Beloved.
If you walk quickly you will pass it by
without noticing,
for it is a small bud,
not one that clamors for your attention.
"Notice all that is," says the Oneness.
"Be of the sacred.
It is My being arising in every moment,
the gift of new life."