From an Insomniac's Dream (V) - One Year
Today heralds beginning of an era
On
the anniversary of death
One
year later,
Back
from his journeys – inner outer.
“You
are no different!” says Shams
The
one - teacher, friend, lover
Assumptions?
Narcissus’
Shams - sun, mirror, lover
And
in that love’s reflection
With
many layers shed
Love
One
year before,
On
the eve of death
Girl
on the second floor
Who
was she to Narcissus?
To
Shams everything
And
yet he wishes to turn back time
To
eliminate the darkness by the sea?
Have you really not fathomed those indecipherable tattoos?
That can be seen but not felt; if felt then not
heard.
Pain
Of
continued separation.
But
what’s done is done
And
what’s done cannot be undone.
One
year was all it took
For
one to become one
And
in that one year, perhaps…
This
esoterica from an insomniac’s dream must come to an end
Like
the wave front comes to an end at the shore,
No
matter how calm or agitated ocean or land may appear.
Where
does boundary of self end and stars begin? Shams asked.
Acknowledgment: First published by Spillwords.
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