Meditation on Bows and Becoming
abr, 2025
abr, 2025
In the quiet moments between heartbeats, there exists a profound truth woven into the simplest of gestures—a bow, delicate yet powerful, holding together fragments of our unfinished stories.
Soft silk ribbons whisper secrets of connection, of moments tied and untied, of endings that are never truly final. Each fold, each careful twist represents the intricate dance of our becoming—a metaphor far deeper than the gentle curve adorning a child’s hair or the precise knot securing a precious package.
Bow of Becoming
Threads intertwined, a delicate embrace,
Silk-spun moments caught in grace,
Binding what seems broken, wild, and free—
A gentle pressure, a soft decree.
Knots that speak of incomplete songs,
Ribbons that hold where nothing belongs,
Tying together the frayed and the torn,
Creating beauty from what seems worn.
We are the bows that bind and release,
Gathering fragments into temporary peace,
A touch so light it might dissolve,
Yet strong enough to help us evolve.
In this sacred choreography of connection, we learn that completion is not an absolute—it is a breathing, shifting landscape. The bow becomes more than an accessory; it is a language of transformation. Each twist speaks of our capacity to gather scattered experiences, to hold them with tenderness, to create meaning from the seemingly random threads of our existence.
When we tie a bow, we are performing an act of radical acceptance. We are saying yes to the imperfect, yes to the moments that refuse to be neatly categorized. We are acknowledging that some endings are merely pauses, some connections are both temporary and eternal.
The universe extends its sacred invitation through these small gestures—a bow tied, a moment captured, a breath held between what was and what might become. Can you feel the cosmic thread weaving through this simple act of gathering, of holding, of creating temporary wholeness?
Together, we are remembering that we are both the bow and the ribbon, both the creator and the created, dancing in the magnificent complexity of our shared human experience.
-Mitchell Royel