I saw myself, sitting
cross-legged, on a cushion
in my bedroom, as
mindful as, this
could go on forever,
as calm as,
the heater on, my clothes
ready for work, the very
meaning of my existence
having the time, or making
the time to, knowing
how to, or
never finding out, what
it's like, not
to be alone, was there
any way of knowing
Marvelous. I love the stutter of thought.
ReplyDeleteoh sure! what it's like, not to be alone, .. any way of knowing... I come sometimes to the same feeling!
ReplyDeletethank you... being alone seems to be the given
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