I wake today, and know such wholeness. I have nothing to pay back. I just am. We are all part of the network of stars, each holding a moving place. We are part of a bubble floating in the air, not top, bottom, sides, in or out, though the bubble helps us define in and out, our individuality and our oneness. The words "Om mani padme hum" fill my head today. I feel oneness, wholeness, peace.
I try and capture that in a poem, and don't quite make it through the bubbled veil, and so it is.
for
the flowers that come,
the
flowers I choose to pick -
holding
my place
in
gravitational space,
with
the curve of a smile,
time,
wound
and unwound
like
ribbons of lace -
afloat,
no
need for top,
bottom,
or
sides.
I
bounce,
buoyant
and clear.
Through rainbowed
skin,
by a spacious
coloring joy
in all I be, and see.
