Words
Hardly the thoughts
fly through the soul window,
have flown away
amplified electronically
from the origin,
to you.
they are,
Without echo.
when I look after them
Are they spamming?
tied back and
Digital bottle post
bound to me
thrown into the net ocean?
through my bond
Or do I,
of waiting for an answer,
like Narcissus,
which menaces to bind me.
self-centred,
Forgetting is not detachment.
only look into the mirror image of my own fountain, echoing from the I and I, and I, without a door,
trapped in expectations?
I take the bond, put it on the altar and ask that it might burn and I might be free in be-ness. 27 June 09