Stone heart, in my sleep
you come to study the falling power
of love to clear the black board.
Where do I go to
find peace? People are swallowing
the burning coals. Very sweet.
My poems sweep. One by
one I am dropping my possessions
to become a fakir, going near god.
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 9:28 PM UTC
Stone heart, in my sleep
you come to study the falling power
of love to clear the black board.
Where do I go to
find peace? People are swallowing
the burning coals. Very sweet.
My poems sweep. One by
one I am dropping my possessions
to become a fakir, going near god.