synchronicity 

(sin chronic ity)
a tricky old spirit,

timeless magician,
steers ships of possibility to port where they tradewhich otherwise would pass in the night without note.not cousin of coincidence nor spouse of luck,
she works alone, yet with all.
she dances past you,  flows, circles, and waits.she steps in swiftly with a playful grin, enters riding on the tails of a gap
in your moments of certainty.and just like any good guest
she never shows up empty handed, and most certainly, 
never comes without invitation.