Zen Dreams
by C. Delia Scarpitti
First breath
New words uncoiling
Airways spiraling open
Mastering this moment with
Lessons sent from muddy fingertips
Diaper-clad divinities
Have shown me the way home again
Tomorrow is dead
So is yesterday
This hour is the only one
Lying on the bed of grass
The cloudless blue
Our whipstitch quilt
I have forgotten the stories of my life
I pour them into you
Which of us created the other?
This doesn’t matter now
My lips form words – but speak your name –
A mantra – for once, I am alive today
Heaven can fall
Paper can burn
I have inked your dreaming across my heart.
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