Aparigraha: Sacred Jewels

The seas rise, the ice melts, the jellyfish double and the manatees die, the
burning bush and our numbered days, the hours so precious I want to stash
them for later.

Like a whale, I nurse my young. Push my babies up to the surface every four
minutes, teach them to breath, do everything I can to guarantee them the
future I myself covet and fear.

My cry pierces these deep waters.

I whisper to my beloved in the darkness, trying to describe how transparent
my soul feels, like a membrane. I whisper of greed and hunger. I am
insatiable. I whisper of empty bowls and open hands and full hearts and
stillness.

The days contract. Your tears are my reflecting pool. Sacred jewels in
frozen ground. We have enough. We are enough.

Written for Evolution by Jena Strong, December 2008