Hair’s on fire Heart’s beating outta my chest I’m a fucking pack of TNT ready to explode Gunpowder from the grenade in hand burns flesh Restful sleep interrupted by fitful nightmares Fists punching me, hard Lashing in… …lashing out Am I still bleeding? Or, am I healing ? This is All so Fucked I’m sacred….
Crashing, no one spared. Fearing the flames, consuming And yet, hope lives here
Running these dusty roads in complete darkness, just before sunrise. I step into a centuries old shrine, shoes & socks off, and am face to face with Buddha. In total darkness. Barefoot on hard bricks, I kneel down, prostrate before a manifestation of the One. Overwhelmed. The sun rises. By 6:00am the tiny village nearby…
I saw through to the Other Side… I ran, and ran, and ran I fall now, prostrate to the Higher One.