To Flight

Kundalini rising high
and falling down again;
awakening a newfound
sense of flesh.

Particles are glistening
with moisture in the moving light;
and everything begins to seem
more real than it has ever been before.

The rose is dying, gracefully,
as it had come to live.
One by on, the petals drop,
revealing the golden center;
even as another bud relieves it
of its burgeoning of beauty.

A touch of sun
and all the pain is gone.
Withering, another petal
finally lets go
and takes to flight...

? Michaelette ?

1/20/2002
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