wholeness

When Being Empty Is Being Whole

the light and fluff
dispersed
a meadow star remains

beauty
in the ending
life wholly given

each tiny globe
contained a new perspective
of the world unabridged

there was
nothing in the meadow
but the whole of everything

soft the morning rose
dreaming into being
a wholeness of day

purpose and place
is located
in relationship

nothing more was needed
a gathering of self
the bouquet of a single bloom

You seem to extend into eternity.
Next to you I know my smallness is the right size.
I am a necessary fragment of your wholeness.

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