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                      the self

          I had my stab at life –
                obdurate and rarefied –
          I glimpsed the moon
                and captured its light

          but no one wanted it

          let the tragedy
          and injustice go
          they are not the self

          let the anger and
          indignation go they
          are not the self

          let the devastating
          ripostes before whole crowds
          go they are not the self

          let the overlooking and
          insignificance go
          they are not the self

          let the secret work and
          its Discovery – the Legacy – go
          they are not the self

          let the career
          and the reputation go they
          are not the self

          let the live-on-with-open-
          wounds-and-dejection go
          they are not the self

          let there be the space
                from where all of this came
          to let go and adjust

          let there be the breath
          for new dreams and
          listening-enough to declare

          let there be pause
          and perspective
          for resolution

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being & identity & life & openness & talking to myself wormhole: just // am
moon wormhole: tuning fork
letting go wormhole: walk / in the fog
space wormhole: even though

 

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