whiff of fragrance
note from self

sniff the air
do you catch
the fragrance? the
scent of not-two?
follow your nose for
a worthwhile prize—
no one and no thing
only the splendid
expanse of
pure knowing
open and aware

the bloodhound
single-pointedly
follows the whiff
nothing exists
but bouquet—be a
bloodhound for truth

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.