Wednesday, December 05, 2007


Pulling, pulling, pulling up
Everything that I’m holding onto
This body is given up
This pen is returned
This bracelet is absorbed

Into the air


This mind is the heaviest possession
It is mine
This mind frame
Is holding me in place
This thought is holding me
In time

This separation of the swift
up current
and this static lagging
in place

ok fine. Take it all.
Back to where it belongs
Back to you, where me and you
Are one.

No longer in need of this body
Take it back
No longer in need of this pen-
Pass it on
Take the bracelet away

No longer have thoughts to hold
It down
Awareness takes it all back.

2 Comments:

At 8:07 p.m., Blogger PBSweeney said...

"The mind is the heaviest possession"

Oh how true, how true! Wonderful poem - thank you.

Salaams.

 
At 8:32 a.m., Blogger Kozi Wolf said...

maybe we can give some out it away over the holidays.

 

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