nakedness is
who we
are––
our shadow in the
morning
sun
reflection in
crystal
water.
for some, this
barefoot beauty is a
gift––
freedom
like the
wind
the self we truly
love & wish to
share––
a tree
dancing against the
sky.
yet somehow we
accept the slow
gravity of
time to sculpt our
end.
& now, there are
rumblings within––
the surgeons have been
summoned
to do what they
must with as little
suffering as
possible.
a piece, a
piece of you will be
sacrificed so the
whole can
survive.
is fear of
death the
courage to go
on?
or can you
let the be
become?
to float like a
nowhere cloud or a
dreaming
mountain?
let your soul
be conscious
earth in the
body,
& your spirit
ubiquitous as
misty
rain.