conflict blooms from belief,
growing from within the cracks
in between opinions,
flourishing in the gaps
of two different thoughts
and ideas it traps.
beginning with a twinge of jealousy,
or perhaps the spark
of a powerful idea -
opinions often stark.
conflict connects opinions,
bridging the gap of difference
flowering over the thoughts,
clouding common sense.
ideas become one,
covered with the leaves of change
that shed from the sprout of conflict
a now common exchange.
forever moulded together
a middle path has formed
the bridge and connection
an idea that was reformed.
the flower blooms,
but not for long
quickly dying
adding to the throng
of branches
and petals.
the leaves of change wilt
and decompose,
creating the new earth
of which it had once arose.
a seed of conflict
is hidden amongst the dirt
where it waits,
patient and alert.
until it finds that space
that gap between opinions
where it can blossom again
flourish as tradition.
08/10/16
