Before the mirror,
the mirror dressed in growing
green, grateful, delighted

to read her introduced soul
to a melting pot of souls,
to herself.

She presents to hearts and edges,
lovers, mothers, fathers,
sons, daughters...

all who want to hear --- blended,
torn, mended, creating, some blind
of their, and her, ingredient status,

delicious in sour dough bread
of the universe.  She reads glowing,
the glow of pregnancy, with dignity,

the dignity of confidence, mirrored,
undaunted, eyes sparkling.  Sparkling.
Pure.  True.  Without memory,

she practices with enthusiasm
the patient, steady, morning
score in d flat major - complex

and simple. The room fills
with a lilac hue and scent.
Ingredients expand.

She speaks in light, in dark,
a star speaking to stars, in dark,
in light, able to root deep,

undulate far, far and beyond.
Blissful.  Vibrant.  Quiet.
She sits down, imagines her distant,

and then near, singing, always
singing. Gladly she writes
the list for today, sips green

leafy tea, aware of a symbiosis,
part of her heart, their hearts, one heart,
forever, that cannot be

described.