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Thalamusian Elysium
Strange outlines in the darkness.
Sable wines in velvet flows -
Over the stones, in the streams.
A place the unconscious goes.
Bright light is never as it seems.
Multitude self is behind this.
Exist, is the command, upon
the human in humanity,
placed in the midst of the mist
of some perilous journey
Only to see
Sights of nights filled with ghosts
of those, most, beloved & loved
sent to wherever death goes,
whether below or above
Coming back… Sometimes
Seeming to ask questions
arousing internal conversations
in existential confrontations
of memories & reflections.
* * *
I have made you perfect.
I always made you perfect.
Please do not ask me why.
My stance was always self sacrifice.
Maybe you understand this.
I can still hear the silence.
Through the phone.
Telling you I was not coming home.
Who can know
who ------
is coming
and who
is going.
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Published 20th Jul 2021
Author's Note
So... I went away for a while... I lived in a monastery for 7 years (7 years in Tibet). I have never really had a whole lot of "true friends" and have always been kind of a creature of solitude. (I do understand that "true friends" are hard to come by, for all of us, most especially for solitary individuals). Other than family, there was really only one person, who took the time to communicate with me, during this time. At about year 5, we lost touch. I just said "live your life in beauty, always". I later discovered that that person passed away, at the time that we lost touch. The obituary read "passed peacefully in their home". This fucks with me... And I think of them... I knew they wouldn't leave without saying farewell... Farewell, because, there are no goodbyes.
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20th Jul 2021 5:41pm
Your author's note is a poem unto itself. Reminds me of one of my favorite proverbs: "Those who believe never see each other for the last time."
It's a beautifully touching tribute of self-reflection riddled with truth. Jealous of your time in Tibet.
It's a beautifully touching tribute of self-reflection riddled with truth. Jealous of your time in Tibet.
21st Jul 2021 8:21am
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I appreciate you so much.
"Those who believe never see each other for the last time."
You are so wise and expansive thinking...
(btw. Tibet=Prison)(I made a Tibet out of a prison)(I must tell you this truth, as I would never intentionally deceive you, my friend.)
I appreciate you so much.
"Those who believe never see each other for the last time."
You are so wise and expansive thinking...
(btw. Tibet=Prison)(I made a Tibet out of a prison)(I must tell you this truth, as I would never intentionally deceive you, my friend.)
