Let Go
Let Destiny
Do its thing
Like releasing the rope that sends the guillotine racing to its severing.
Freedom to be.

It struck me
Struck my being
Paused my sitting
Imprinted its memory
Clear as a bell clear as a bell
A sudden fullness in my heart
The chanting
Lily's waving to the eucalyptus tree
Blades of grass stand together in a daily ritual
The church bells announcing
The music playing
The love emanating
In and out. In and out.

The scent of tuberose flows from the garden
through my childhood window
and kisses my senses.
The therapy of spring planting
brings the promise of summer joy.
Strong and beautiful like my mother
who gardens daily to grow,
while she struggles to survive this life.
Tuberose and her unwavering love of family
Save her.
Save me.

The tree unites us
The fireflies indulge us
Extensions of who we are
The branches reveal the intricacies and magic
Of life as it weaves and takes us down our tangled path
Weathering the storms, praising the sun
Acknowledging the bond that continues its growth
Solid and malleable as we navigate the web of leaves and sacred twiggy new growth
Connecting cosmically above,
grounded by our love of earth below.

The reverie begins each morning
As I brush my hair I comb through
the memories of you
Every moment is a melancholy feasting
The physical hunger for your bones
Leaves me eating my heart out
Scrapes of time liter my mind
and I sweep them into cobwebs
that hold the infinite number of times
I visit our past
love.