
open your hands
note to self
what might you solicit
that isn’t present here?
look! majesty, everywhere
mounding alabaster clouds
a dust of wind through oak
your friend’s gentle hug
the nudge of a dog’s nose
wide-open pond lilies, the
scent of Daphne in winter
then turn inward—look!
blazing consciousness
open your hands
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more or they might flower.
Ooooh, nice one!
Amrita, it was so good to see you & Boudewijn, and too short a time. No idea when our paths will cross again – now I wish I’d got another hug or 2 in, and given you more appreciation and love. I wasn’t aware of “holding out” but feel there’s more in the reservoir to give.
Wishing you safe travels – glad you got to see Basheera after all! XOXO, Rabia
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You’re dear! Love to you both.
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