J o y   L a d i n

 

 

Centrifugality

 

 

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.