Opening  the Package

I love the quiet delight that blooms as I unwrap a gift folded with care—                            

how they showed me, instinctively, without words, the furoshiki way:                                  

the offering poised with symmetry at each perfect corner,                                          

beginning with the triangle (near your beating heart), guiding it to center.                                 

then echo outwards (the symmetry in silence);                                                                   

gathering each end (the drawing of breath into your palms)—                                                     

and then knot them into the humblest bow                                                                              

(the wrapping of one’s heart and soul).

 

 

I can hear the prayer they whispered with each careful unfolding,                                           

that joyful rustling that releases their blessing—resting softly on my soul,                                    

silently reveling in the revealing of this offering given in perfect 

intention— heirlooms of fleece, fine china, and gold— 

bestowed between generations, and now by history’s fate—  

yours to preserve and impart