The Poppy Opus
Enter into this passage again, shed skin
It is feeding, always hungry, always feeding on another drifting particle
The young maiden has an opportunity
Will she transform or wither slowly by winds
Shall the mother sustain or destroy?
Loud murmuring of storms makes red blood
Disintegration without mercy
Birthing process continues, it is the way
Twisting itself into a loop, presence means acceptance of the decay
Transmute and transcend in this mundane cycling, to feel joy, to feel real
All is one inside this elemental repetition
Listen and observe the song that time brings
Now focus on the breath as you grieve for what could have been.
And begin again. Begin at the end.
Rose Grounds 2020