Something Precious Poem by Anna VarneyWong

There was something precious
about the way you left your window open
that day it rained and the wind was howling
Your gauzy curtain, a dancing muse, flying
wispy poetry for all eyes to see

There’s something precious shared
When you leave your heart achingly wide
to share without withholding
loving without a single thought
For that utterly unprotected warm place

There’s something precious that happens
When you dropp those boundaries
between self and others and objects
And gift all earth with the abundance
Of boundlessness