Passing Threshold

Every tiny flame shouts out
In ecstatic joy
At passing thresholds into passionate expansions

Little universes, all,
Middle children
Until we meet and merge and wander

That rush of wet heat
Expanding through eternity
Were never inner city
With the all, the rest.

O, death and knowing freedom
Comes in transformation
The striving leaner topples
The cork erupts again

And we flow out
Hands like leaves upon
A fragile trunk
And roots searching, spreading
Fighting to store more

The energy we suckle
Light and waves and darker matters
The strings omniscient
And patients all
We brave the curl again.

(Photo credit: from a painting by Spring Bright)

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