Friday, December 12, 2014

Poem

Non Self

Thoughts like colorful ribbons
Lead me away
From the empty heart that remains still
The lips smile, the brain knows
I am nothing but
A bundle of weather
Imagine that you are your own best friend
Lay back like that
Hands behind your head, as if in the grass
Near a well, clear water bubbling
You and yourself by the well
Best friends
Transported on colorful ribbons of thought
Away from the empty heart

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