when the fire is bright
it leaves burns on your hands,
it takes scars and paints over
in warm strokes of red;
and it keeps you alive
while you keep it alight.
it's a matter of time
before you run out
of things you could feed it;
as much as you need it,
all fires are meant to die.
it turns pain into heat
and makes you feel loved,
but it keeps you alive
only as long
as you keep it alight.
when it burns from the inside,
it's so easy to lose your mind
when the fire is bright.

Sometimes I wish life to be
A little different than it is
I would rather run with stars
Collecting light instead of money
I would rather drown in minds
Exchanging words instead of worry
I would rather smell like life
Inhaling air instead of numbness
I would rather sound like music
Wander together not alone

Don't offer the fuel it needs
to set you on fire

I sip on my green tea
wishing for it to cleanse me.
Wishing for it, to cleanse out the oils and the misery I consume.
Wishing for it to break down my toxins.
Wishing for it ... to cleanse the sections of myself that even I cannot reach.

Green Tea

A substance that supposedly detoxes the belly, but not strong enough to detox the soul

Not strong enough to take away my shadows, my doubt, my ego or my woes.
A drink, not strong enough to hug my spirit at its loneliest hours.
Yet, I sip
.. praying the wet herbs that tickle my tongue shall unlock the gateway, or the path, or the door... to my soul.

So I sip...
And sip...
And sip...

Swallowing it’s brew...and my tears.

Immersing
in silent place

No boundary
between the outer world and me

When I myself
fill the space and time

And when finally
all disappear

I realize
that I am the world
and the world is me

Three things will happen to me when I reach old age,
First,my memory will go,
The other two I can't remember.
13/5/2020