Atef Ayadi

The Monk - Poem by Atef Ayadi

I took Eileen
And my mind
Out of the turbulent
Torments and the unnecessary attachments
Of what I inherited and what stuck on my skin:
Perpetual fear, and

Eileen stands for purity,
Simplicity, and the
Unforgiving change.

My mind
Is the wildest beast
That explores
The seen, unseen, and unforeseen wonders.

Eileen and my mind
Make up
A duality that needs a third,
A forth,
Or more

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 22, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 22, 2008

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