Into Myself Poem by Zyw Zywa

Into Myself



The rippling sings
for me, only I
am here, it plays
with itself and it sings

so beautifully and clearly
for me, everything
caresses me with colours
and is loving me

it exults and dances
charms
above and below
disappear

I exist, I can no longer
think, satisfied I am
sinking into the scent
of my seed

dressed in the spotty light
of rocking water
I am merging with you
and you sing, you sing!

Saturday, February 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: loving
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Narcissus

Gerrie Meijers plays "Pipe dreams" (1989)by Mary Jane Leach (Vermont 1949)on February 28th and 29th,2020, in the Organpark, as the opening of the "Mirror" program of the Lichtbende (Lightgang)

Collection "org anp ark" #168
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