Borderless
The border where I end, and Earth begins,
felt definite, impermeable;
now it’s turned quite porous.
I used to feel how Earth spread out from me;
now I sense myself spread out from Earth.
Edges and limits feel far too simple
when life performs its inside-out.
Your cave of heart-wound hardness
becomes the mountain range of shining love
that rises as you age.
You make your mark upon the world,
though even more, it makes its marks on you.
A woman experiencing the universe
can slowly become
the universe experiencing the woman.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
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