There is something profound in 
                                                 how she navigates her space, 
                                                 not fully here, not entirely gone.

                                                 The boundaries are blurred 
                                                 like ink drops in water—between 
                                                 present and absent, alone and 
                                                 protected.

                                                               In her emptiness is fullness.
                                                               In her solitude are multitudes.
                                                               In her releasing a pas de deux 
                                                               with freedom.

                                                  She muses on our humanness 
                                                  as causal participants in this 
                                                  quantum of beingness— the rustle 
                                                  of ages whispering within us.

                                                               Her eyes hold tales from the 
                                                               depths where shadows reign.