A Poem by Nayyirah Waheed
Submitted by Mike on Fri, 02/06/2017 - 11:35i am relieved.
when
i see the feminine presence
in a man's eyes.
it means
he is a peace
i do not
have
to
bring to him.
----- ease
i am relieved.
when
i see the feminine presence
in a man's eyes.
it means
he is a peace
i do not
have
to
bring to him.
----- ease
The Tide goes deep and deeper still.
Witness.
I do not hold, it has gone on.
Witness.
Here the pain. Not me to fix.
Witness. Ever deeper, where now the pain?
Witness.
All doing done, who holds who is held?
Awareness.
No beginning, only Process.
The Spirit reincarnates.
Birth and Life
The meeting of the unfolding and the experience.
Layer upon layer of delusion.
I have become I and forgotten.
Yesterday was and tomorrow will be-or so it seems.
No now.
I have a metal bowl.
It was made by the latest in a lineage of such bowl makers.
It is empty, though the Ocean is in it.
If I strike it, it rings and that is useful.
I can put flowers in it, that is beautiful and that is useful but it wont ring.
My grand-son could pee in it and probably would and that would be useful but it wouldn’t ring.
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