Morning rain, rose mist for face and spirit,
morning, sitting with all that has come before
open to quiesence of self, bless self seen,
bless, touch, and cherish all self unseen.
The cycle of work, support, listening, attending
to all those needs, finding a voice for someone
else's words and vision with care and respect,
this is coming to a close; there are soon endings.
This past work calls for blessings, needs cherishing,
as do I, that self, pining at quiescence, still bleeding
of misbegotten wendings and woes. Now
touch heart and ground, lay it down, close.
These years in the making, years seen or honored
by the other impartially; not wholly evident to me.
Is this but a razzle dazzle afront by that one, who
clearly knows from behind the scenes, emptiness ~ all.