Clandestine, Serendipity, Substance

Serendipity is anything but clandestine It announces itself with a damn-busting flood of emotion when it comes, When you meet that one person at that one place—you never saw it coming, but now that you're together, by fate, the ringing of alarms—no: bells, sounds off in your heart and your head. The right place and the right time, The right you and the right now, The substance of life is laid before us all on display, but it can be deceptive—threads woven go deep beneath the surface of its tapestry taut, sounding through the ether behind the dark side of time, finally breaching for air the minute that thread has been forgotten— Just when you thought the surprises were done, serendipity comes and new threads begin to run, new patterns of substance, it is anything but clandestine how new bewilderment is born— Coincidences? I think NOT!