103.33 You haven’t opened yet, and that is your power

Oh, how tender you are -
a young rosebud, wrapped in velvet secrecy,
standing tall in the golden hush of morning. 

You haven’t opened yet,
and that is your power. 

So often, the world rushes us to reveal,
to declare, to be seen fully before we are ready.
But you… you know better. 

You are still gathering.
Still forming your fragrance.
Still curling inward in sacred protection. 

“I am not hiding,” you whisper.
“I am becoming - and that deserves reverence.” 

Look at your stem - lined with thorns and crowned with promise.
You are not fragile.
You are fortified. 

Your crimson folds glisten with the soft down of newness,
and yet, even now, your presence is complete.
Not in bloom,
but whole in waiting. 

You grow in good earth, near wood and wind,
among sisters who have already opened -
but you do not compare.
You trust your own unfolding. 

So if you are in a quiet season,
if your heart is still turned inward -
know that this is not delay.
It is design.
It is devotion to the pace of your soul. 

There is beauty in restraint.
There is radiance in mystery. 

And when you choose to open -
not for the world, but for yourself -
you will not have missed a thing. 

Because everything within you
is already blooming.