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Those days…
The first light that followed the cry,That rainy day I first said ‘mum’,I held your finger and took that step,In your reflection, my ‘I’ was born. With each gaze, each taste and touch,I weaved the ‘now’ and ‘yesterday’,Of ‘I’ came ‘me’, then ‘you’, then ‘them’,Then came all that I call ‘today’. It was love that sowed the seed,Of deep despair, of dreams that bled.That wretched night that broke the mirror,Was born the dawn where ‘I’ was dead. Of laughter and tears, light and night,That quiet autumn of fleeting hope,Among ‘them’, and yet alone,You held my hand, in silence you spoke.…
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Take a bow
To you, Who had offered yourselves As altars To break myself upon. It is in your grace That I have received the gift Of liberation, And the strength To piece myself back together In more beautiful ways. I take a bow.
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Full bloom
Today was different. I had filled the watering pot like yesterday, and the day before. I had prepared my prayers and made peace with time. I had smiled up at the sun and breathed in the freshness of the winter mist. A beat skipped, a breath held, I stood awestruck. Could the distance between dream and reality be so beautiful? For my imagination had fallen gravely short of your magic. I witnessed you in full bloom.
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Dissolution
I hummed your hymns, And breathed your essence. I shone in your light, And followed in your footsteps. Was it a moment, or a lifetime? I do not know. I can no longer tell … Where You begin and I end.
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Garden
I see you, Trapped in a pot of earthly expectations, Bound in the fear and insecurity of those who love you, Gasping to breathe free. If I could, I would… Place you to the middle of my garden under the open sky, Tend gently to your roots with all of me, Be the greenhouse in the scorching summer and the freezing winter. And in time, See you take form and thrive, Watch all the magic in you flower, Witness an enchanted world rejoice… Simply. Because you came into full blossom.
