Nothing is left of me
Narratives, people, books, everything
Fade away like dim shadows
Reality downloads all at once
Nothing really matters
The truth, awakening, enlightenment
Do not interest me
There is nowhere to go
Nothing can save me from myself
Poison is stirring up from within me
It must have been there since the beginning of time
An excruciating pain
A vast emptiness
A sharp-edged loneliness
No requests… no attachment
Staying there
The poison is set free
Its prison walls collapse
Its exile is over
My hiddenness gets exposed
Our meeting is inevitable
Me and the poison
It is hurting too
A pregnant moment…an infinite moment
Sitting with the intolerable
Bearing the unbearable
Faces on my memory screen
Of family, friends, teachers, enemies
None is a refuge
My soul is drowning
It is exhausted by wisdom… by words…
By comfort… by understanding… by knowledge
It wants something else and nothing at all
A home of no particular form or shape
Undefinable…indescribable
Oh Poison, my intimate one
A resurrection
A homeopathic embrace
A pause… a continuity
Life… dance with me.
