As one goes though it
one see that the gate one went through
was the self that went through it.
RD Laing, Knots
Solitary stone under the streetlight - starkness
echoing the days of self-imposed isolation in fright
of selfishness, of greed,
of journeys of blood and tangled weed
in search of non-self.
But seeing the need
is the seed to be found
as it sinks and is grounded at my feet.
The thinking me drowns
in the thought as my feelings compound
my solitude, perceived of its unfulfilled emptiness.
And so it goes...
So it grows she read
and her head sped...
So it flows she said threading her hair