Symmetries

Stood inside myself

As one stands in a garden

Already bloomed

Not searching

Not gathering

Only aware

Of the fragrance

There were moments

That brushed against me

Soft as wind through leaves

They did not carry me away

I let it pass

Through the open doors of my senses

Without closing them

Without following

Because I now know

That not everything

Must be held

Some things

Are meant to be felt

And left intact

I remain settled

In my very own skin

Intentional

Unchanged

Somehow

More than myself