One morning I woke
without the usual mask
space face gawky squawking
as if it hadn’t been easier
every day, at every moment
to get to the chalkboard
how simple it was
to find the right answer
to slide into passivity to slip
pretending I didn’t know
not knowing
moksha burned my eyes open
reshaped my body
a construct that needed to be
deconstructed
the terms by which I
understood myself, the way you
came to me, so late in life
to remind me
nothing lasts, not even
self-imposed philosophies
opening into this space
there is no other time
to make a wish
waking from the separation trance
I find your arms outstretched
hold the flower to my lips
Such a wonderful poem. Thank you. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, beautiful.
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