I do believe my days withing these
Concrete ashram walls are
Coming to an end.

It might be a slow ending, but
It'll be a good one.
It began the day I saw the

Beautiful truth behind the ugly
Mask of everyday insignificance.
Beauty and meaning;

Soft hand in a mild one.
Water strength.
Cement frailty.

Thoughts are like air; find their
Way from A to another
A.

Looking at my friend fitting
A door, cursing at the promise of
Adjustments,

Or enjoying the way the Project Manager
Leaves us never knowing whether
He's joking or not with a face

As cold as his project's foundations.
I fall in love with Life every day.
Even when I hate it.

I've learned that I never stop learning.
I'll be a slightly different man tomorrow,
Yet still myself.

Always still myself.
There is wisdom in flexibility; the
Holding on to nothing,

Even ones definition of oneself.
I was a construction worker.
Now, I'm a

Construction worker.
I take comfort in the fact
That the only comfort I'll

Ever really need, is the
One I give
Myself.

I tell my nightmares to go to sleep.
I tell my breath to stay some longer.
I tell tomorrow to bark at yesterday.
I tell sins to forgive what's left of me.
I tell lies to give truth some warm company.

I tell me a lot to tell a lot little.

All eyes are on you!
You know who you are.
Don't let anyone tell it for you.

Then again, you are just a dress.
But then again,
you have be worn out before even being worn!

A smile that lasts for a lifetime,
a song that wakes up dawn,
a tear that eclipses moody Moon,
a whisper that open doors,
a kiss that make words blush a shade...

You give me much more than much!

He fell in love with her at the drop of her head!

I am so hungry

I think
my
LARGE intestine is eating up my small intestine!

Let's ban poetry because it
Heals wounds without prescription,
Break borders without permission,
Adds beauty without makeup,
With words all so made up!