Come to me when you want to love what is real, when you are ready to shed your skin, be my equal and live.   Zen

Thursday, September 29, 2005

B., R. & C.

I am lamenting them before they have lived
The black sash, the slow walk, the downcast eyes.

I am bringing them gold.
Laughter.
And plastic things.
I am calling it the life they will lead.

I am telling you about my soul
I don't have language
I am telling you about an empty vessel

I am telling you about hopes, dreams
and nothing substantial
I am telling you about having and holding.

I am lamenting them before they have lived
I do not know how to free them

I am lamenting them before they have lived
I do not know how to be with them.

DR.

posted by Dr Zen @ 10:23 am

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