Bad poetry and Just Sitting - blog journey portraying the coarse and subtle levels of the phenomena called Mind-Body

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Dukkha Nana

Under the skin
Like ants
Willing to escape
The sodom

Creeping sleezy
Breath behind
The neck
Sweathing cold

Drumming closing
In the scull
Pressing the nerv
Always there

Sitting inside
The freezer alone
The self is clenching
The bathroom door

Does it ever
Disappear in the clouds
As a memory
Of the Dark Night

Sinking in
The solid place
Where eyes see not
The new born day

Universe is
Behind the eyeballs
Never still
All melts into abstract

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