yet i need to hide

how many times has that sudden urge

          driven me to secluded places

                              where the heart could breathe

if i am to have my thinking touched by my heart

                    i need to know the heart

          i need to understand its breathing

                             its giving and receiving

when in the present moment of my thinking

                   the heartfelt thoughts rise up

          weaving themselves amongst the rigid scaffolding

                                                      softening the edges with the peaceful magentas

sometimes i need to hide

                   to gather inner strength for the journey

          to be sure i have enough softness

                                       to apply to the edges

                             enough pink to seem

                                       as seen through rose-coloured glasses

and i come out gently as the cherry blossoms

          knowing that too soon is fatal

                             as is too late

i must be attuned to know the moment

          i must be in time

                   in the present moment

. . .