What is ma ...

to me ...
Ma is as ephemeral as no words

to him ...
Ma is "the space between notes"

to her ...
Ma is like the rising sun

Ma might be
time
between moon &
rest
the empty space
the very instant
before
when the light
breaks
free

every - . - thing    between things

Ma might feel like
the subtle shifts as one
stops waiting
and senses
Dawn

the white of the page
broken
as the jet black
ink
pulls thru.

Without ma fullness
cannot be
for it is


the heart
of any
poetrie


essence of question
 elusive  feeling  from
    fare away Japan


          HOPE


Ma
cold
frozen
warmth
glistening snow