in the middle of a balmy summer night

in the dark womb of the mother

i gently float, open-hearted

attuned to the melody of the wild life

within the nest of a softly warm chrysalis

structures melt intimately -

a mass of mellow sensual experience

slowly forming through formless forms

in a process of an innocent visceral expansion

starry particles of life

choreographed by grace

of the white rose

here it begins

and here it also ends

if there is a midpoint

somewhere in the abyss

of the unknown

from the crystalline waters

of radically opened heart

one grows a pair of wings