I am heart fire,
the blue flame.
Hold my mirror
in your other hand.
See reflections,
look for shadows.
There are no others here.
I please my buddha soul,
always now, forever.
I squeeze my other finger
I feel no pain.
And when I form,
it will be
to open my eyes,
world wide and bright.
I see all my lives now,
stretching back far
as a shuffled deck.
An ancient game.
There are no others.
Only me, only now.
I am a clean soul,
not yet writ.
Pink, no trace
of any original sin.
I seek a passing time
to hold against my brow.
To age my wounds
against the wounds of others.
Only too soon
will I be human again.
©️ Dai Fry April 25th 2020.