凤凰
{fèng huáng}
The Phoenix
(Chol) Job 2918
I had to move
One hundred thousand
Cactuses
Heathens
So many needles
So much pain
They are like animals
Once they get a chance to take
Once they get a good start in good ground
Everywhere
If a peace falls off
No matter how it falls
It extends root
Into the ground
Assimilation
But I love to see them
Grow
Thick
As they stand
Up from winters sleep
Along the ground
Rising up in the face of the sun
Blissful in the light of moon
The endless flowers
Though today
I soak in salt
To sooth the wounds
Set upon me
I can delight
Getting lost in the memories
Anticipating another season
In the sun
Integrated
Ten Thousand tiny needles
Logged within my skin
Though I shaved them down
To my naked body
The Cactuses are now a part of me
And I have become like one of them
Assimilating me into you
Words taking root
Wherever they can
Tiny little needles
Logged into the essence
Of mind
Even if you shave them down
To your naked mentality
The Flowers will come
Endless Flowers
A sea of gold
Rising to meet the sun
In your life
In your love
And in mine
Roots extending
Everywhere
Heathens
In this love
Namaste
Añjali Mudrā
Maharishi Déjà Vu
4JAA
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