A flower which glistens one may dare collect
upon the old winds flowing downward with grace
shining so sharply, the base of its flight
then lingering upward in blinding delight.
Fragments of petals may finally meet
in that single moment where all feels complete
drawing a line amongst them in glow
as meaning embodied in bones starts to flow.
A wholeness of sense then does arrive
where mind in the body may quietly lie
where body is felt like never before
and fragmented pieces are separate no more.
Hovering over what mind can’t conceive
feeling, not thinking, at home there within
as deep from the tissues the hurt does so leave
and a space opens up for us both to weave.
Notes From Afar 