Imagine*

        the space where that split
   does not exist,   dark
and half-forgotten.  This is about power.
This is about magic, a dark ribbon,
orchards of fruit, fields of wild grass.

                           You know
the worst stories--the terror,
the grief, ancient as the sword, the clock.
Now's your chance.  Earth, body, womb, night--
Imagine It!  We are always
reinventing the world.

                     Begin where you are: light

through red geranium petals.
Late morning. Autum. Silver-grey grasses
lying down toward winter,
draped along the bed of the dry marsh
waiting for rain.

                   Begin now, with me.

All this light, more than the eye
or the mind or the heart can take.
Do you see
how our skin melts into it?

Whatever darkness holds the seed
is always moving, opening itself
to light, petals becoming formless
sky.
            Imagine it-

a seed like a closed fist
opening. Your life like that
no matter how you hold
what you hold.

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