is an image
i have made
a fantasy
in some far off place
where she does not exist
a false image
an identity
and this one
doesn't match up to the one
i have also made up
sitting on the couch
dream world
comparing images
and suffering
because
oh woe
they do not match up
something is wrong...
and all the while
i
am
a waking flower
sleepy child yet,
but on the path,
and waking
as she does
not according to some ego plan/script/identity:
enlightened being
spiritual minister
clockwork
robot
without fault
no,
this girl
still wears skin
and bones
and vomits even
she eats
and pees
and laughs
and cries
and hangs on
and clings
and sometimes
something opens wide her eyes
her mind
sees expansive horizons
beyond the bend
out of sight
of the ego's claws
sometimes
she rests
flight arrives
soars
on reality
on the unity
of Truth
but let her now see
she has fallen
into the trap
once again
of fantasizing
she were an image
different than she is
oh, to strangle
what she is now
to block the flow
of love to her
in anyway
is the very nail
the very mistake
that holds her
to
this skin
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