The All of It

the all of it
comes home to me
inside the tunnel
the funnel of life
I break apart
and come together
the feather and I are one
undone into nothingness
and back again
the body whole
taken apart
into the magic
of life
like a dancing feather
the wand upon which
life is created
and me
flying free again
the mist I am
becoming the all
yet again
and again

© Morgine Jurdan 5-15-2011