satishverma
Coming Into Unbeing
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Eyeing the pale moon 
I will grace the path
of neutrality.
Piercing red
a current pulses through
the vacant eyes.
You always
curl the lips to remain unsaid
about the embrace of fire.
Conversing with
the waterfall, you forget
that you were standing on edge.
Invisible undercurrents
have a ritual. They appear like
glazed cleavers when there
is no crowd of thoughts.
Like indigo child you
extend the purple hands
to heal the bruised ego.
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