Circle of Dust

What is my life in this moment?
A circle of dust within
A small explosion becomes a flower radiating
from a point from the center of which

Something could emerge
Or fall into -
but only if touched with the deepest
Stillest intimacy

A whisper joining us in dark velvet stillness.

© 2005 Olivia Fermi

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