I walked into the Razor again
today
today
It cut me, like it does
Blood fell everywhere, as rose petals
In severing me in two, it
doubled me
No thousand Kalis could hope to
lick up all my itinerant blood
Which rises to the sky, and falls
in yellow petals
and blue
A purple rainbow crosses to demand we know
it is an end to the end,
the death of death.
I reach the bottom of the pit
of despair, and find in the crack
at the bottom
a high peak, and the Sun.
Life is much more than gathering acorns
and piling them one on one on one.
It is much more than screaming at the night
Or watching willing women elevate the soul
of my body and then squeeze it out.
We must see that there is kindness in the knife
Everything is our friend. There is no outside
there are no enemies: all is friend.
Walk in this.