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Poetry

dharma is a boat

moving forward on an airplane from history to new endeavors carries a kilogram of anxiety.

cumulus clouds
casting shadows on the land
growing shades of green.

there are some things from the past worth accessing to feel grounded.

ancient sanskrit texts
penetrate my inner child
with loving patience.

internal waters
run deep, flowing over land,
turning it into stones…

that are safe to traverse
after years of practice,
sitting,
walking,
sipping on wild crafted herbs
calming flesh
so the soul can speak.

montreuil, île-de-france
8 july 2017