Show Previous chapter Teaser
...t seeks?
What seeks this for ‘I’?
Tongues of fire, caught on the wind,
exhaust themselves into emptiness.
Love, a smoke-ribbon, swirls itself away.
Friends’ faces smile on, in this memory burning.
Love, a ribbon, swirling away.
What is this life, with these forms that emerge from the fire?
How am I apart?
How is there an ‘I,’
when nothing stays the same?
How is there an ‘I,’
when nothing can be made to stay the same?
How is there an ‘I,’
when nothing can exist apart?
How is there an ‘I,’
When self and other
Are neither separate nor the same?
Snow tipped peaks, touched by the wind,
shed sweet ribbons of snow.
There are the words 'I love you,'
And there is a letting go.
What seeks this for ‘I’?
Tongues of fire, caught on the wind,
exhaust themselves into emptiness.
Love, a smoke-ribbon, swirls itself away.
Friends’ faces smile on, in this memory burning.
Love, a ribbon, swirling away.
What is this life, with these forms that emerge from the fire?
How am I apart?
How is there an ‘I,’
when nothing stays the same?
How is there an ‘I,’
when nothing can be made to stay the same?
How is there an ‘I,’
when nothing can exist apart?
How is there an ‘I,’
When self and other
Are neither separate nor the same?
Snow tipped peaks, touched by the wind,
shed sweet ribbons of snow.
There are the words 'I love you,'
And there is a letting go.
POST A COMMENT
Wanna say something? Make yourself heard!
We reserve the right to delete spam, flames, or other nasty stuff.
NO COMMENTS ABOUT THIS STORY RSS
POSTING GUIDELINES
STORY TAGS
Need a little inspiration? Check this out:
excerpt from Yellow Roses: An Ian MacKenzie Mystery by
TheRiverTalker











No comments have been posted yet.