after all
it is not that i am in the world
it is not that i come to know the light
or the darkness
it is not that i delight in the fragrance, the mood, the color
of the forest, the rainstorm, or ocean waves
it is not that i gaze upon the mountain peak in wonder
it is not that i blend in with crowds in the marketplace,
the sounds of traffic, the smells of foods, the laughter
of families, the fury of violence
it is not that i am awestruck by
the full moon and the silence of stars
it is not that i evolve, become more
gentle, more wise, move loving
it is not that i am apart from the pain
or the glory
the meanness
or compassion
it is not
that i give
or receive
not
it is not
but
it IS
I AM
I BE
unbound
At-One
All
Alejandra weaves among exotic booths
at the spice market
pure light gathering
a scoop of saffron
a vial of poppy seeds
fine minced vanilla bean
dustings upon transparent wings
released from the bindings of
her outgrown cocoon
she rises, effortless,
begins her
thousand mile transmigration
unencumbered
all lightness and beauty
- © 13 june 2016 -