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In-Between 5-7-1

"Everything exists within me"

On the Night Silver Dust of the Big Dipper Scattered

An unexpected farewell, a bruise etched deep in my heart,

Starlight scattered across the cold, unfamiliar floor.

 

A throat choked with sorrow, lips sealed in silence,

An unshed river of tears.

The rugged siru, infused with my mother’s touch,

A gray earthen vessel, resembling my own soul.

 

From the darkness was born a yellow life,

A ray of hope soaking my being.

My grandmother's stars, my mother’s siru—

Golden hope embracing pain.

 

Life’s landscape painted on a palette:

Red of passion, blue of hope, purest white of innocence,

Black of struggle, gold of joy intertwined.

My inner cosmos unfolds upon a canvas of white.

 

Seven beams of starlight, the resonance of seven chakras,

The rhythm of the universe flowing through body and soul.

In the endless changes, I encounter and reencounter

New versions of myself.

 

In the labyrinthine world of In-Between,

Loss awakens as a seed,

Fragments reunite into wholeness,

Scars meet with art.

 

Like a sprout born from the siru’s darkness,

My work transforms and transforms again.

My grandmother’s starlight, my mother’s siru

Unite within me, birthing a grand majesty.

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