jueves, 25 de febrero de 2016

Dakini 2.0

I am cared for
by a violent dakini. She
told me so
Typed her name
on a computer screen,
amidst my dream. Then
left me 
but the traces
of a flame.

I drank her tea and
silently we spoke,
of the raging silence
that is yet to come. She
pointed at the roaring sea,
the floating flowers
and the budding of a tree. Then
gazing into empty
space, she...
she then asked me:
Once the words
are smoothed out of your grave,
by a gush of wind sanded away,
tell me then, o tell me then,
what will remain of thee?

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