The Seeker

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A walnut cracks open into halves

by air or strength we do not know

but it’s happened: corpus

callosum.

 

And the child looks for her own

mother in a field of snow.

Far away, a woman’s body –  

the size of a thumb.

 

Who will greet her when

the field returns to a lake?

Her own Self in the water’s motion –

an old dance of Sah and Hum.

 

The rose folds the bee

into her intoxicating flesh,

the bee now the bud’s


heartdrum.

 

Photo by Joanna Kosinska on Unsplash