I have a big problem, it's ME
probably easy for all to see.
Who wants things?
Whose desires sing?
Who wants more today?
More from the East,
More in Santa Fe?
Who has many opinions?
Who still has minions?
Who would argue a point?
Who would go off track,
smoke a joint?
Who wants love?
Who is love, loved and lover?
With all these desires
there sure will come pain
something I refuse to offer,
in fact I disdain.
No desiring, no I, no myself, no ME
a simple way to get un-needy, Be free
How can I be so stuck on ME
Can I let go, cause no more pain,
easily?
I can hurt, I can take, I can stand firm.
pull the 'I' and things take a turn
No hurt from me, nothing needed here,
nobody to stand, nobody to fear.
Oh please friends, never a tear
So loving-thank-full-ness fills my heart
filled it up and now 'tis blown apart.
no heart, no me, no one to love, no lover
Free at last, not just another,
reinvention
a destruction complete
kill 'me' if on The Path we meet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem