sit candle-flame still
cat on your lap, your hand
on his black back—learn
his vibrational being

watch infinite light
play the myriad
crystals through frozen
glass—remember

you do not own
your own
any body’s breathing
existence

the flower that withers
and dies
the creature that weakens
and fails
falls from the stalk
abandons the body

makes way makes way
for the seed.
                        1/29/2005

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