The door of some closure swings open and smoke moves through. Here is a time we may recall later if the possibility of recollection remains, marked by this unclear continuity singed and singing, the age of becoming.
Unmarked Passage
Between us
Between us
The door of some closure swings open and smoke moves through. Here is a time we may recall later if the possibility of recollection remains, marked by this unclear continuity singed and singing, the age of becoming.
13 years ago, my beloved Kenny passed into legend. Laying on his death bed, a closure unlike any I had previously encountered, a faint stream of grey smoke rose from his crown chakra. I learned later that it was a Buddhist sign of a good death, nothing I had understood to be possible before. Your poem reminded me of that precious yet powerfully hard time in my life … the singed and singing time of becoming. Each moment holds such power and some are gifted as well with the power of recollection.
Oh my goodness. What a stunning moment you describe. I am so moved to read this, Amaya. Thank you so deeply for sharing this powerful recollection, Amaya. I hold this image close to my heart now.