The temptation

was just resisted

to ask my Mother

how did it feel to

give birth to me.

I see the time she

will put it into words.

I see the time when

I will kneel down and

leave my forehead on

her feet.

this is what I-I was born

to do.

we comprise

the symmetry

of breath,

because our

art goes there.

then exhales

our foremost

center.

Ganesha

does not blink,

his eyes cast blue.

leaving life with

its largeness.

as the most incredibly

beautiful little girls

draw color with abandon

around his eyes.

what else can he do but wash

down their offering?

from those eyes.

watch whose way

will have it.

a dwarf  squeezing

the juice out of a

mountain.

a bee watching the

mouth of honey

whilst reconfiguring

8.

it takes so much

to welcome a thief

in the night.

fully alarmed by

what sounds off

your sole possession.

getting to know one

another as well as

survival goes to its

instinct.

fallen feathers are

strewn around a

perimeter.

whirled clockwise/

counterclockwise

for the sake of wind.