I’m forced to walk where my feet go
I’m forced to wonder on what I know
I’m forced to move by winds of mind
I’m forced to suffer, for I’ve been unkind
I’m forced to walk where my feet go
I’m forced to wonder on what I know
I’m forced to move by winds of mind
I’m forced to suffer, for I’ve been unkind
Different times of day yield
different colours,
Different satisfactions of experience,
clocked shadows, dancing
patches of sun
Yet your embrace
erased such time
coloured everything bright
And our discoveries seemed to
pass us by in a now faded flash
Though the memories
cling like stickseed
Only a dull heat lingers in my womb
creator of gross images,
art and stories, sometimes still of us
All while my subtle winds
carry mournful breaths, poisoned
with attachment
All while my very subtle mind
offers peaceful release, renunciation
accepted, finally
I let you go
Drinking cold blackberry bubly
In the hot Himalayan-salted bath
In the apartment I rent
And listening to Nat King Cole
I belch loudly four times through the open window
Being a woman in the twenty-first century isn’t so bad
As long as I hold patience for people
And cherish the other that is not me.
We are lunatics
begging for rebirth
without wanting to experience death
What is a renaissance
when we can’t stop taste-testing
the poisons in our world
If we should relinquish
our attachment to destruction
and in turn accept death…
what then?