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visited by constrictions in the heart i pull myself to What Is: children laughing, tearing giftwrappers with joyous abandon mind wanders to possibilities i pull myself to What Is: a young beautiful mother patiently helps her son free his new toy from its thick plastic casing, mind creeps with questions like will I be as tenderly patient? who will be the child’s father? i pull myself to What Is: i sit with constrictions in my heart, wanting to wish.
this lotus flower grew cupped in rainwater beneath the ruins of a church steeple which occasionally trembles from the memory of drums watch me break the thick petals making two neat piles one to open doors one for antidote, to heal and i wonder which to use, or both
there is a lesson to be learned but i forgot in that dizzying descent into clay once again lost, answers separated from the questions plunged into the old familiar sea of birth, conditioned to cry out at the first sight of light, like we never meant to open our eyes, never meant to wake, scared of mornings more than we are of dreams there is a reason why here, why now, and why this, there is a wisdom why my story has to run late and slow twelve years after you there is something we needed to know, why i was flung so far from the shores of where you fell burning, your passions fed with faint memories of what we Know of what we Are perhaps the lesson is more for me that is why it is Your voice that calls, luring me. i am listening. i will come soon.
this will probably be the last to go, this mad claim on your Heart, and for this i will fail the tests again and again and die a hair’s breadth away from enlightenment but just because i believed your love is a worthier cause i jumped a chasm away from nirvana
which of you Stars watches me tonight albeit reluctantly you have heard how difficult my wishes could be who drew duty on me tonight? you had to be poked out of the sky so i could see you shining violently your sharp light braces against my desires. all those spoken and silent and you think i should be given a constellation to shut me up
unwittingly i tore a fabric of my imagination and was terrified to see the empty night stare back
my horizon wavered realms peeked in
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