:: Each Need Rising From A Seed :: :: Ripening At A Future Time ::

Perhaps the pen should be left

in its sheath and the telling

left for another time.

But you are right, it is the soul

that has needs..

A great need in fact

to lean toward what can be loved.

Or another, where falling through mirrored

layers of mind is the meeting

although any deep engagement serves.

Truth is

the heart dreams in rhythm

with the tide

when the deep light

is lit.

There's a smell

when damp rises

from the bones

no matter how many layers

of cloth, worn on the outside.

•

Some bless for a living

some to save a life,

the one

many tread

seeking for clean water.

I have known a dry season

and read that life in the desert

can be a heart-like-wilderness,

an abundant absense.

Where we are the same though

where we meet

is the moment of breaking

open

in recognition

or familiarity

with aloneness

with spaciousness.

Absense, become ally

invites the dusk owl

darkness does not fall

as it used to

night sounds are familiars

your own

without expectation 
of daytime,

of exchange.

Night holds, withdrawal

a distant memory

each meeting

has your heart

as choreographer

as dancer

as the dreamed.

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~Chandali PoetStory 2017

Image: Jane Yen