ME
who
am I
what
is my essence
what
is the reason
I
exist at all
what
are my attachments
is
the denial of god
just
another
attachment
I
dreamed last night
about
Buddha
and
his vision
under
that ancient tree
I
try to empty
my
mind of thoughts
but
the music
still
keeps playing
the
early morning cars
still
hum past my window
on
their way
to
who knows where
and
an imperfect me
sips
on a first coffee
my
last visible
addiction
even
with my eyes closed
I
still see
the
total imperfection
that is me
JWL
© 14 April 2016
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