Saturday, 18 November 2023

the more

enlightened we became
the closer we entered into thruth
the further we left our belongings 
the clearer we saw our death in materials 
death in mundane verbal equally 
and depicted cinematography. 
they knew more and became dull
and hiding their tears became too 
heavy.
so they left this place
unknowingly,  as a new-birthed 
eulogy.

heat beats

heartbeats in my palms  with tiger sky skin and tanned eyes with red clouds.  heaven sent another angel and Zen breathed again.  love slathe...