Final Breath

by buddhabitch

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-16 10:47:00

Living as if each moment
will be the last,
selfish thoughts let go.

Love and hate only
momentary brief emotions.
They never last
unless (or until)
they’re fed.

My last moment:
the sun shines crystal prisms;
the flowers are perfumed by the gods;
the birds sing like angels,
a chorus of the clouds.

The smallest trace is enough
to expand the uni-verse.

Wishing for love, what a waste
for it cannot be found outside.
Opening up, love rushes in
filling those empty rooms.

On the dark side of the moon
hidden,
pain, suffering and hate.
Temporal temples of
me,
me,
me,
I,
I,
aye,
Eye…see it NOW
and am content.