She walks ahead of me into every room,
just by an inch.
Delicate preparation,
put-on face like sanded stucco.
me, Light shadow trails behind,
the illusory connection denied.
I keep dreaming someday
it will be the same, we will be.
This is what the collective longs for,
no more avatar,
one fluid being
with no hesitation,
just one long infinite
breath.
A deep and beautiful breath!
ReplyDeleteReminiscent of the Tao. Like this a lot.
ReplyDeleteVery, very pretty...the photo AND the poem...
ReplyDeletea breath to remember i think! :) vell said! :)
ReplyDeleteI like the photo and the poem very much :)
ReplyDeleteMarinela
I love this!!! The last stanza sums it up perfectly.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely! Yes! One long infinite breath. Beautiful, indeed.
ReplyDeletebeautiful, one long infinite breath!
ReplyDeleteLike all the others, I, too is in awe!
ReplyDeletebreathless, as in having that long infinite breath?
what strong images you have spoken into being "..like sanded stucco..." this definitely talks outloud in remembrance...
ReplyDeleteI love the line "delicate preparation". this poem is supple and deep. thank you
ReplyDeleteI love this- and so true about feeling inferior in the wake of someone else- excellently done!
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