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| Tear meditation -A woman's reward rambling in her enlightening solitude. |
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a woman's
meditation
A woman's reward rambling in her enlightening solitude.
When she feels like shit
she comes back to solitude
of her soul and space
Letting her tear lines freestyle.
She has so much love
Some for many,and all
for one, whose love enough
for her passion, her passion
staring at herself in mirror
woman find her care-free self
naked with breast and skin
calming and resting from releasing
tear drops of saddened heart
as her breath slowly drifting away...
sticky and dried tear drops
Glueing onto her face like
mama's muscilaginous melon makeup masque
waiting to be striped away
lines of mothers and sisters
passing through lonesome of nights
lines of mothers and sisters
whose heart shrink and stretch
passionate rhythm of butterflies.
Alluring salty, bitter and wet
Running down the thin cheeks
She choked back tear lines
How much talking is enough
Words are words, artificial fabrication
vertigo hovering about her institution
of soul ,body, mind and spirit
She tried harassing her mind
To concentrate at the darkness
To see lights of emptiness
And something absolute like sky
Her Tapering fingers gathered tightly
Closing her eyes into darkness
Like an old woman searching
for buddha inside her soul
They laughed in the snow
Now there isnt any snow
All melt into water lines
Dripped down corners of eyes
At the closing canthus
So... slowly.... drop...by.... drop
To Mohannad and Michael.
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