Archives for the month of: September, 2014

The bubble that’s me
reflects another universe.
It’s not about forgetting,
or even remembering.
It’s about letting go.
I’m falling free into the abyss,
without a need to know.

My Masters say I’m deluded
That nothing is ever what it seems
That it’s a futile quest for pleasure
That even my pain cannot be held
I’m afraid that I’ll no longer mourn
The ones I loved more than myself
Forgetful, in other joys and sorrows
If this be true, if deceit be the price
For all our pleasures, all our pains
Then may this morning’s awakening
Be the emptiness of your embrace.

I carry with me
My very own pain
Impossible to share
Even if I am generous
One with body and breath
You will never know what it is
Unless I give you both of these.

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The city smells
Like damp tresses
Coddled in towels.
Like thoughts in my head
Wanting to be aired.
Like deep reflections
On the surface of a puddle.

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