Shiori

After she left her village
Shiori began to notice
many different ways
of being

She traveled
without her mind
telling her what to think and do,
embracing all
and shining brightly

♫ ♫ ♫

Who are you?

I am called Shiori

Poem
That’s a nice name
What kind of poem are you?
Haiku?

I’m a rainbow poem

Ephemeral
yet ever present

Yes

Cool
Do you always rhyme?

No,
but I am in harmony
with all
I am the space between the words,
the silent presence
between the textures, flavors, sounds, scents and sights
Listen

And then they sat in silence
for a while

You are a beautiful poem, Shiori

I am
nothing at all,
merely space
filled with vibration
Keep the vibe high
my brother
and share this poem
with me