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I have died a thousand times

I have died a thousand times

I have died a thousand times

still haven’t learnt my lesson.

the I holds limit only as the “I” limits it

AND IT is infinite

 

I have many faces not all of which you see

I am the end and the beginning

the echo of my echo

the primary stroke

 

I am not of this earth

rivers run through me— these limbs aren’t mine

 

I am mud of ancient stardust fossilized

I am ethereal ether suffocated by polluted atmosphere

I am the sun shower you prayed for

the sunset carved by your trillionth exhale

the cloudless sky

the rage of the howling wolves who come to hunt

the wrinkles of the oak trees

 

energy neither created nor destroyed

inexorably linked

 

Yet the muddy stars protest me

they mock me

 

So I become the storm

I brew thunder

I sculpt lightning

I churn eternal

to revive the senses

too much energy to burn

I shall be reborn again

the sun is calling: watch me set fire

Shakti

Passion by John Wellington

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