You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.*
I allow myself to be drawn into the photograph.....and then settle there.....allowing my eyes to move from photo to poem and poem to photograph.....
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My thoughts begin to turn upside down and slide away from one another;
my breath slowing, deepening.
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My eyes soften and body eases into wonderment.
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Such a small and simple flower (considered a weed by some),
bursting with light and the full-shape of shadows.
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Could I embody "me" just as fully?
*see this post for whole poem
photo credit: Colleen Ascosi