Perhaps some day i shall become wise
Enough to abandon this material life
for one of being-ness unattached,
Fearless surrender of what is to come, what has passed

And wherever i lay my head
Shall be home
Beneath sheets of cosmic-blue linen
Upon salt-water kissed stone

And when the sea shall deliver unto me
Windswept lovers like
Fleeting gypsy
-moths
Upon twilight’s dimness
Caressing my weary feet...
And when i long for illusions
Of comfort
False foundations
Upon which to raise...
They shall bare witness to how
Close
i come to danger, lingering
in rapture
pining
for fate

For there is no candle can withstand the wind
No wick crafted of infinite thread
Seek instead the light from within
Embraced by breath
Surrender
In presentness.
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christina julianna
march 17th, 2011.