J o y L a d i n
You break apart like a family, your members
wandering off in different directions,
your animal nature from the cells of your body,
your stupidity from your intelligence.
You think of this as dying, though none of you is dead.
You're frantic to bestow your innermost blessing,
but your innerness is tiptoeing toward the horizon
and your blessing has risen on its own two legs
and become the realization
that blessing is all there is.
Your forehead opens like a window
your self is climbing out
to scatter itself on the wind.