Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The Star (for Helani)

A still picture cannot capture her essence
For she is fluid and
Defies containment

Quietly insisting that nothing is so rigid it
Cannot be dissolved
If it is hard it
Will yield to her
In due time and
So will the sharpest edges
At long last surrender to her

She holds the cup of transformation
Through her
Jagged little stones become
Smooth round pebbles

-Arika Escalona

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