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

Friday, November 30, 2012

Our Mother

Left naked and scarred
Bleeding into the open sky
Cold winds from her bones
Peeling off the remaining flesh
Raped by her own children
She orbits still

Saturday, November 17, 2012


To be licked
For she is
Down the comb
Laying in the spiral
Cells filling
To continuously be
In the arising and passing
Of the natural
Breath of Universe