Friday, November 21, 2008

in between

i rarely make sense to the living
so if you've come for a remedy
i'll have to ask you to leave.

but if you've found me
perhaps by listening deeply 
or if one of my tree friends guided you
i may have a fortune:
and for that you are welcome to stay.

i'm not here
nor are you
and that beauty is infinitly powerful.

open your mouth
i have something you might like.

surrender.




1 comment:

dysamoria said...

the thing people fear the most...
and i have done it repeatedly.
but i am still me.
isn't that what they fear losing?
self?

fear ruins.