Sunday 5 August 2012

WASHED AWAY


In the vicious whirlpool of thought


My drowning soul gets dragged away


In the overpowering stream of ideas


 My mind sinks to its demise


In this world of form and appearances


My deluded heart dies to preference


When the tide rises and the flood of death finally sweeps me over


What of me is still left to be washed away? 

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