Remembering Me

and when I
broke into myself,
I suddenly remembered
the pounding waves
and that undeniable roar
of cosmic thunder,
asking to be let out
and crash into
the empty shores
of a numbed existence.

Self-forgetting

a small bunch
of puffy white
jasmine buds,
nod their heads
to the passing wind;
their intrepid dance
lifts me in a flash,
out of myself,
and into
their secure folds -
in bite-size moments
of sweet self-forgetting,
lies a fragrant joy
of self-remembering.