When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Immersion

I want to sink in , as deep as I can go.
I don't even care if the undertow pulls me in and sucks me down
 into it's swirling depths.

I have already sunk  , what's the point of trying to swim.

I might find ground when I reach the bottom , if there is one.
I might float back to the surface or go beyound.
I could find Utopia ,euphoria. . .
In any case ,
I will find  another piece of myself. . . .


Lark

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