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

Monday, November 28, 2011

Just a moment

Trapped under ice
The paradise is
Wisdom displaced
Often in sky evaporating

People are talking
Minds closing in
Just for a moment
Truth sliding away

Step behind step
Before eyes who
Become asleep
Poison arrow flying

Black birds of sorrow
All over the roof
Covering the inner
Most precious heart

Cities are empty
No one to be seen
Winds filling the houses
All windows are open

Smoke in thin air
Shadows creeping clockwise
Slow is the flow
Bones turn to dust

Roads of open space
Travelers long gone
Two meters deep
Buried in black soil

People are talking
Under this skull
Theatre of desire
The curtain is falling

Breathing without
Air as a wind
Grey into lungs
Life stands still

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