I wear my shirt and carry on.
As I do what I do,
I cease to remember
The sensation.

Fabric fades from thought,
Color dims in memory’s eye.
If my life were day and night,
My shirt, the love nearby.

Life bends and unfurls grace .
Where this core of feeling holds, the eyes fall .
It is a moment of curve and dip .
Further than the veil I see.

I see beyond evil,
And I know myself again
Through my shirt,
My love revealed anew
As awareness raises a flag

I see my shirt,
I feel my love,
In this bow of recognition,
Below, above.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.