Wednesday, April 29, 2009
how it used to feel
where i feel most at peace
where i go when my mind takes a break
where there's air for everyone
and no one crushes the bugs
because the bugs are the host
and the dirt and the wind
are the host
so away you go with your tent
and away you go with your image of protections
away you go with any preconceptions
of time and what it should mean
and the day of the week
and what it could mean
in the land where the sun is your direction
and the lake your grocery store
and the valley your home
if you keep drinking water
you will always be in the state of thirst
if you always wear your hat
then you will never feel
how it used to feel
when the sun directly
hit your head
and your face
you will have to remember
back to yellow flowers
back to yellow memories
and yellow dreams
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I like your poetry. It reminds me of ancient Sufi poetry in a way.
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