An Understanding 

It was spring

                  then

                      summer.

Exposed beneath her skin,

        she danced high on life

Inhaling every bit of it through the light.

Endless pathways

     of memories are taking their shape slowly

She cried and lived, all with joy.

Say her time is soon, though.

She will awake to her own emergence in smoke, confused.

Becoming less, they walk by her, not knowing her being or reality,

but she knows what they don’t-

Life will Begin,

                  End,

                     Continue

Like a-

River that gleams with the same luster as silk

ripples of existence converging together.

This is her understanding of the

                    Past,

                       Present,

                             Future-

                                  as one.

~~~

Rodela Khan, February, 2007

Courtesy: Shaila Zaman