9 december 2020
Whirling Dervish
In being and unbeing
I come to you today-
in unconscious state.
Excessively leaning on
cause, it is not heart-
not brain. Just a beat.
Evening is settling
down. Time flew past. Birds
going home. A lone moon
will rise.
Underground thoughts start-
stunning the secrets.
You open the lost book.
In war go the alphabet.
Questions arise. After all-
who was me.
The awakening begins.
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