
Can joy live in darkness
Where it is dense
With blinding light,
Where clumps of small explosions
Turn around
With menace?
Can I find my true life in chaos?
No
My life is independent
And pain is happening in it.
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Can joy live in darkness
Where it is dense
With blinding light,
Where clumps of small explosions
Turn around
With menace?
Can I find my true life in chaos?
No
My life is independent
And pain is happening in it.
I feel that I am falling apart
I look at the mountains
And feel intimate with them
I try to be like trees
And have my wounds to prove it
Then
With amazement
I note
That, a bit chaotic as I am,
And disintegrated
I am also watching all of this
Experiencing touch
And even more than this
I’m making it
Rocks and trees and body
I
Am here.