Today I place palms

in partnership

let the raised mazes

at my fingertips

interlock the hemispheres

of soul, of my body,

and of my metaphor

let the leash of time

slip to the floor

freeing my grasp

so my hands may be

liberated to face the sky

kiss goodbye

the culling clockwork

swim gradually outward

to thin the clutter

with silence

let sensations dance

percolate if they must

taste of them

with the tip of my tongue

allow the blossoms of thought

to heave

their tension my way

and just as quickly

watch them fall away

to evaporate from solid

to liquid

to vapor in my own lap

settled just beneath

the fuzz on my nose

feathers are

what become of me

my lungs waft

like cotton sings

whispering on breeze

my strictness

is weightless armature

is stillness

and momentum one

my posture is centered

above in-breath

my attitude finds

altitude of out-breath

I watch my own evacuation

lightness

spreading to stratos

gravity hugging

darkness unconditional

eyes closed

I become the distance

reached for and embraced

in the grasp

of my own depth

I witness open flame

I peel the onion