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
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
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
