By Samadhi Yaisha / Copyright © 2014. All rights reserved.
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Pain, a numbness,
a blow in the heart,
a broken rib through my lung.
My heart cries –
enough!
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Enough.
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Enough of using words as spears,
enough of breaking hearts.
Enough of war,
enough of fear.
Just let me be here…
Just let me fly here…
With my heart open.
Stop the stupidity against the soul,
my emotions were never wrong.
But no one could handle them.
No one could.
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Peace, my heart,
poetry is here.
Peace, solace,
openness, safety,
and Spirit.
Poetry listens
Poetry can handle it
Poetry is wide as Eternity.
Everything goes,
everything heals,
everything soars …
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Don’t suppress, my heart,
don’t crush it.
Let Her and breathe through the pain.
It’s bringing you life.
Oh, my heart, I’m here
now, listening to your
journey.
Tucum-tucum
is the rhythm of my life.
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It was not grief.
It was not anger.
And certainly,
although it seemed like,
it was not pain.
It was poetry
being held captive
–disconnected–
from the process of my soul.
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Now I just write.
Because poetry is enough.
Brave poetry.
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March 10, 2014 @ Mystic Poets Society reading. Unity Village, MO. Published for the World Day of Poetry, March 21st, 2014.
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Copyright © 2014. All rights reserved.
