Crossing the Boundary (I)
By Jehanne Mehta for Phiroz Mehta
Crossing the boundary
between the garden and the wild
suddenly there was a freedom
a widening release
suddenly I could breathe
with the spirits
At the moment of threshold
breath turned on itself
became light for you
the root of your being wound
upwards and grasped
the light as soil
Now you put out wings
bicotyledons
expanding into the ethers
from this pale seed case…
the last whisp of prana
lifting
in a being borne spiral
a cadence of exquisite delicacy
such as you might have played
once in a neighbouring room
with your long beautiful fingers
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