Crossing the Boundary (II)
By Jehanne Mehta for Phiroz Mehta
We sit beside this pale seed
case left behind here…
wise husk, only the outer,
where if we looked carefully
we might still see imprinted
your folded spirit,
opened now, imago now,
never-ending,
neverwhere inwards but
all expansion,
all unfettered blossom.
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