Poem no. 20 This

This turning back,
unfolding,
into yourself; this
opening the papyrus
uncurling the scroll
marked thick and clear
with the hieroglyphs of you.
This slow easing open
like a blossom
under a cool spring moon;
slipping gently, like liquid birdsong,
along branches thick and rich with green.
This understanding; this
coming to know.

12 thoughts on “Poem no. 20 This

    1. Thank you for your kind words! I was caught with the notion of trying to describe the moment of self-knowledge. It is fluid – insubstantial – but also gloriously epiphanic. I’m not completely sure that I managed to capture the entire concept here – but I’m happy to continue to work on it and I really appreciate your feedback!

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