Saturday, October 8, 2011

the entire cosmos

What appears on the surface
impossble and difficult
What the arms fear to embrace
What the lips hesitate to kiss
What the legs want to run way from
That is the hunger your inner most
has been wanting to grasp, to cradle
to wrap around and dance.
What a blind man wants to do as
Soon as his heart is ripped open,
Is to see himself and no body else
Because deep in inside,
There is the entire cosmos.

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