Reprieve

There was a space, an interface,

that was the turning place for me.

Out of disgrace without a face,

Boredom became the Friend

who made my falling end.

Boredom became an absolute

where every action

found its root.

And everything that has a name

became the One that I became.

I found the grace to turn and fly.

There was no need for why.

Suddenly I was free,

and, sprouting wings,

I found a Self that sings.

There was no need to die;

there was a need to live.

Suddenly I could try,

with something real to give.

I woke to joy

and laughed to find

wings growing out of spacious mind.

The pieces broke,

became a whole

(a cosmic joke, a sacred yolk).

I dance the music of my soul:

the sun my torch,

the moon my glass,

and stars beneath my feet

like grass.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018