Losing You

Losing You

In this mandala darkness
where sensation seems indistinct
yet all knowing is sensory
is clarity
comes a timely awakening

Timid at first
the gentle stirrings
ripples,
urge the blind child forward
and,
aroused,
little by little,
by the music of its own heartbeat
the child
begins to unfold,
opens like the morning waterlily,
and, blind no more,
cries out
its separateness.

Judith Morgan