All matter is fluid
She believed
As she passed effortlessly
Through the concrete -
Then realizing the passage
Was in imagination only
She felt the warm blood pumping
From her skull onto a
Cold factual sidewalk.



- fr

This is not the mentality
     by which we were schooled -
This sense of nothing
     solid about ourselves -
Nothing permanent, nothing stable
     to lovingly cleave to -
That "I" is only a
     transient idea of "I"



- fr

This has nothing to do with the Absolute -
     this idea of God.

In childhood, God was the loving
     Father in the sky -
Outsized, sporting a flowing white beard, and
     ever attentive to my prayers.

Now, God is an abstract notion -
     transcendent and immanent,
Infinite, eternal, and
     difficult to embrace.

But all of this has nothing to do
     with God -
All these continually mutating
     mental constructs.



- fr

I fell for someone,
Who didn't want to even catch me,
I was dying for someone,
Who didn't care if I live,
At last,
He kept his ego,
I, my self respect.

I have remained scared,
All my life,
                  Of people.

With every sunrise,
I woke up, with a hope,
                   To love people.

Every dusk,
I slip into my heart,
A broken heart, and despair,
                    Hating people.

In between days and years,
My life kept passing away,
My faith kept breaking down
                     Because of people.

Everytime, I bleed, I cried,
I patted my heart,
That someday, my faith will be restored,
                      By people.

And then, someone will come in,
I will look up to,
I try to redefine,
                     people at their best,

Thud, they break my heart,
Smash down my believes, my faith,
Shake my senses, show me,
                      People at their worst.

Yes, I am scared,
Yes, I do hate people,
For one reason, unchanged,
                     "People"

I guess, it started with that,
That umbilical cord.
Detached I am, from her,
Yet she is the only one, I feel belonged to.