When a blue magpie told she was beautiful,
she beamed like moon, every moment.
an ogre in dark cloak,
whom she mistook for a magician,
took every bit of her divine fragrance,
in exchange of misery unlimited.

Your long, loving  fingers, live lives varied, than I can imagine
even after you left, their presence lingers,
*as a mother in moments of sadness, soothing ever,
impassioned lover at exhilarating peaks.

Wasn't a sound, but I heard,
wasn't a sight, yet I saw,
though I wasn't there
how, I never thought!
wasn't a word, or bird,
present or past ,
east or west,
presence
or absence
neither me
nor you
or anything.
everything
is
present
in consciousness.
**In nothingness
pervades,
consciousness
absolute,
as essence,
that
has no
names.
silence.

I ran out of oil so I went to find more
this is what happened when I opened the door

A gentle transition had welcomed my feet
I was now walking to the sound of a beat
The pulse made its way to the top of my head
readied my body as if stringing a thread
Stitched up together with hands at my side
the air I inhaled procreated my guide
Infancy spread throughout my whole being
and with eyes circumcised I began seeing 
Aged just enough by the end of each day
to comprehend that which no one could say 
Treading along as the hours threw clocks
it was time in the form of stumbling blocks  
Wearied I'd grow and I'd take up my rest 
on things to which only my soul could attest 
The process by which my flesh was restored
and freed of the ghosts that my temple would hoard 
Then finally lightness had sprung in my step  
and I returned home, to that one I had left 

What I'd forgotten was now all I  knew 
the oil I'd needed adorned my own room

My sadness is divine, has no personal reason,
pain and pleasure are momentary, like human life;
in depth, each experience makes one sublime,
*life is a dance, with death as an invisible companion.

What kind of a man am I really voting for?

I don’t cry anymore
I listen to the rain instead
& Count the syllables of words unsaid
Listening to your carefree snore

I don’t feel anymore
I just stare at the ceiling
Your body in front of me kneeling
Falling into myself once more

I don’t care anymore
Since I looked into your eyes
& Listened to all of your crooked lies
I’m not me anymore


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