Saturday, August 6, 2016

Heated Valentine

I sat down in the hot seat unthinkingly
I mean who would do so willingly
Though one can remember many masters
Whose conviction of another world
Was so real and alive
They could relinquish the body
As easily as a boat slips
Away from the shore
And the current rushes to meet it
But how they could live together
With comprehension of one another
This body and this soul
In suffering and in toil
Was their spirit’s only goal

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