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Tuesday 13 September 2016

Redirection

After my meditation:

I contemplate how to prevent the rain entering through my poorly thatched roof

For I was uncertain about the essential
And the inessential thoughts

Should we make love
Is it too late already
Is that really a word
That inessential

For certain I was unsure, quite unsure
About giving up, on the passions

Your thoughtful disturbances
Being one such immersion
I had no desire whatsoever
To ever emerge from

Afterwards I ponder:

You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why do you make me knock?


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