do questions arise again
from sowed graves
when time collapses onto itself?

bringing rise to burdens
of mind's manipulations?

the ladder ascends limitless into the heavens,
and the heavens spiral back into themselves
to awake again in a rise/set sunmotion.

the subtlest of breadcrumbs lead to the return
of feet on familiar soil.

eager for sun salutations,
for the sun is a reminder
of the flux of breath,
the questions/answers
alpha/omega
birth/death
child/elder
wise/fool
hardstone/feathertouch

embracing every inch remaining of
the remembrance
until there is nothing more
but to begin again...

11/05/2002

Posted on 11/21/2002
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