To The Bone

Something just melted in the story of me.

Like a warm balm, the softness spread

over muscles and bone and fascia,

Whispering, "It's okay, it's okay..."

The mantle of knowing slipping

off shoulders, the sweet relief

of no judgement, no opinion, no idea.

What is good or wrong?

I cannot say, not even for "me,"

And this is the deep solace of emptiness,

Full of tender sigh, deep breath,

grateful tear.

I cannot know,

I cannot know.

And the gratitude explodes silently again...