Slowly the sun floods the room laid open,
Inner seam.
Lightly the air sways mint beyond the windows,
Blood grows still.
Thought draws together two opposite worlds,
Joining this noon with all that must be passed through.
A ray lies clear on the table’s wood,
Thread pulls taut.
Time freezes in space, quiet and stern.
Moment caught.
Needle of awareness sews through pain and patience,
Tying a firm knot into the living roots.
Here, in safety, the naked essence of things.
Bond drawn tight.
Shadows of the past no longer burn the eyes.
Step set right.
The fine scar releases hidden forces:
Bloom and ruin fused within – and did not burn you to ash.