Shall I have a name as dead,
you there, upon my headstone,
can you save me
from recognition,
erase the edges
of the letters,

erode the mayhem from
my troubled mind,
send your gods
to rescue me,

find a feathering,
in my layered bed,
I am food.

It is as I wish’ed.




A quick one riffed off one of the themes of an ancient poem which was translated to English from Kashmiri, and kindly quoted into the blog world for us all to see, which I saw just now near the top of my feed. For such cool writings and spiritual reminders, follow this blog, which I recently came across, I can’t remember how: Kelly’s Quest.

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