Shedding Attachment

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0220.2025

Not all seen is known; not all hidden is lost.

I

Anymore, care’s quiet—

“Just hush,” it says.

So I do—sliding forward,

smooth, effortless,

even through turbulence.

The emptiness settles in,

comfortable now:

The possibilities of youth fade,

replaced by waiting, drifting,

searching for substance—

a sign of life in the vast silence—

a sign of change.

Like starlight, dim but there,

pulsing, unseen, unknown—

I exist.

We are made

from star stuff—

but some don’t see.

(Some wade in the shallows.)

II

And yet—

Silence can be startled.

This morning, the sky’s mouth

is a dragon’s exhale, its roar

pulling my life from

its nighttime reverie—

Flowers shake off darkness,

the weightlessness has them opening

with faces turned high

and happily mated to the hour’s

rays, bathing their color,

now infused with love’s fire.

Tenderly—the rose, orchid,

and marigolds kiss my eyes.

I’ve become dressed in their scent—

my heart in bloom,

my blood singing

“I am coming alive,

deep into love!”

m.c.f.