I have left my heart in a mental ward
My soul in the trenches of war
Walking this earth absent from it
Not of it
Gone and done with it
It’s true when they attribute me with
Madness
Hardness
Absence
Loneliness
On the run from belonging anyway
I have lost the love of losing
And found myself a naysayer
At the courtyard of the beyond
This rift that I cling to now
Is but a means of betrayal
From an illusion fed to me
Now here I stand a loner
A turntable of the teacher
I walk these dirt filled pavements
Seeing the traces of those lost ones
Who came here before me
Those non-beings who existed
Sleepy living beings of the dead
I saw their imprints on these stones
Their hearts beating the rhythm
Of shackles and sinking hopes
These was to them an art tribute
For that one attribute within them:
Their concern with no concern
These urban Buddhas
Inheritors of the presence
Of the moment and the now
Karmic beings of light incarnate
Living beyond the veils of atonement
Seeking and searching for the yards
Of the misfits and strangers
Who lost the love of the losing
Sinking in the craft of the breath
Reading
Cringing
Breezing
Breeding beads of sacred lust
Lights blown out from their call
Sitting in the deserts of modernity
Morbid and wretched bodies
Yet souls filled with light
Reciting
Praying
Meditating
Freeing
Dying
Saying:
“O Lord of love and Lord of our Beloved..
You have seen our tears
Witnessed our fears and taught
Us what we knew not by the pen
Awaken us again and again
Our vows have withered
And our spirits fail to ascend
Forgive us and bloom our love
To the perfection of heaven
And the highness of thy being”
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