"rituals"

I adorn my skin

with the silk of essential oils

and I inhale the rose

which rises into my mind

and gives me clarity;

rituals

are what I live for,

they are the smiling moments

of this cold life,

when I become a butterfly

in the migration to a land I never knew

and when I read a book

of the creation of man

that makes so much sense and yet so little

I remember when I was only human

and when these moments

made up the whole that became

existence.