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

Thursday, June 7, 2012


Down the throat
Handful of nails
To swollow
The final breath

In the instant
Clenching fist
Blowing wind
From the South

Flying Moon
In slow motion
Accross the sky
In beholders eye

Bitter taste
Tongue is stuck
In the arising
On the leaf

Words of selfing
Made of dust
Flowing in space
Nobodys there

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