I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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21 April 2009

From the No-Space (April Challenge 20)

Prompt: Rebirth

wasn’t, then was.
I was that awareness
tiny, surrounded
by vast darkness.

began and grew
gradually larger
gradually brighter,
slow dawning.

travelled closer.
No, it was I
who travelled,
gliding inevitably.

was a cell,
an entry into body
into womb,
into the almost-
forgotten flesh cocoon.

came much later,
first in fragments
and isolated flashes,
then fully. So many times!

took shape,
separated itself
into multiple parts,
flew forward and backward.

I am here
suspended in being
again and anew
while the world rolls over.

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