Hair
As she gently folds her head to the right
she pulled her Long hair from beyond her
letting it Drape over the left side of her body
within her hand her Crystal brush
gently closing her eyes
she begins her Ritual of brushing her hair
she allowed me to watch
i sat Silent, transfixed
like watching Art in Motion
still life in each moment
her Wildly red hair set off
against an ocean blue Silk
and the white and crystal brush
with Clear intention and patience
she firmly and Delicately guides
her brush through shiny Hair
first the Ends, releasing the tangles
from a day of Breeze
and a night of turning
sturdier knots require hands
with the Delicacy of a knitter
each strand finds its Perfect order
occasionally i hear
a soft Sigh of pleasure
Liberated through her lips
pure Punctuation on the bliss
Floating her hair to her back
her neck rotates Easily to the other side
to sort out the other side
with the same beauty and grace
the brush is guided
letting each hair have its Freedom
i marvel at the ease
a rich pattern Anew each time
a Meditation done a thousand times
a Mudra all its own
now the hair is all pushed back
with eyes still closed
the Quiet face rests back at center
opening her neck
her soft fingers ruffle the top hair
gliding all from front to back
it all drapes back now
One continuous flow
like a Waterfall
long brushstrokes start at the Crown
travel over the head
descending to the Very ends
her Ceremony for today
reaches its Finale
with a last Luxurious reach
the hair wand laid to rest for now
eyes open offering their Softness once again
Hair Dances in its own light
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