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Yearning, reaching, grasping for the unattainable.
The dream of an island of light, distant… unreachable,
Beyond the horizon.
Drowning, sinking, choking, gasping…
Too blind to see the elusive skin
That would allow a final escape.
The silent screams
Rise and emerge into the air,
The bubbles of urgency, now devoid of meaning, dissolve into nothingness.
And the weight descends, sinking, gliding through the curtains,
Expelling the old memories.
Pink…
Blue…
Indigo…
Black.
The darkness surrounds and encloses,
Its impenetrable veil covering up all traces
Above and below.
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R Kahendi
The opportunity to learn from people from different walks of life has opened my eyes to the larger problems affecting us all.
I enjoy doing creative writing, poetry, and pieces on social issues. You can read some of my writing on my weblogs: KAHENDI'S BLOG, Ouagadougou's Weblog and Kahendi's Korner
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sunset on the ocean Carson C.T. Collins | Mar 17th, 2008
Lovely, sad poem; reminded me of this one by the Persian mystic Rumi:
The mind is an ocean, and so many beings are swimming there, half known, only dimly seen, and you are a cup floating on that ocean.
Soon it will fill and sink and not even one bubble will mark where it went down.
The Spirit is so near you can't see it, but reach for it.
Don't be the jar full of water whose rim is always dry.
Don't be the rider who gallops all night and never sees the horse that is underneath him.
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