As If

When I hold a sunflower,
it slides into my eyes
comes into my nose,
and my hand absorbs its essence.
I receive the sunflower, as if
all the world’s alive
and passes through my body.

Entangled with the land,
the Otherworld dimension
is nowhere else but here.
The animate world cohabits
with the one we see.
I need not even journey, only
change my way of looking.

My body form intensely porous,
all my life I’ve shifted shape
becoming this, becoming that,
taking in the sunflower’s grace,
turning toward the light.
The living world moves through me
as I practice for the shift of death.

©Susa Silvermarie 2026