Maybe
My life is a wave
Washing on and on against a lonely shore
With no earth of its own,
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We die
Carrying along in a little body
All that we have known,
And the knower whom we never knew.
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Awareness (4)
You say:
Maybe I am a wave.
I possess nothing. Not even my life.
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For no reason
I turned into a wave.
For no reason at all.
You whisper:
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I trod on myself for so long
That I became the path.
I loved for so long
That i became love.
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Warm rain falls,
Droplets all made in my image.
As if I: the exiled, the solitary one
Were the world
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Maybe wisdom is only
A gentle bow,
A sharp arrow.
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My eyes, shattered by the sea: the colors, the motion.
I whisper:
It is so lonely here.
I was never really a wave.
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Again and again
We open our eyes
Aware of the risk
Of seeing.
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The women white-washed the houses
The way one does who loves his home.
Over the white, the shadows of their words
Light as small talk, as little laughters.
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