Monday, September 11, 2017
wet cloth
Like a wet cloth,
something in you
longs for the sun each day –
don’t rush towards your memories –
taste your emptiness.
If there is no thirst
what is the use of water?
If there is no you
how do we know God?
It has been a long time
since I saw the fountain
of moon in your eyes –
Let this longing
for yourself be
like the hurricanes and
shake you.
The world is waiting.
Pick up the harp in
your heart and start
playing.
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