Thorn


Living in tatters, living in richness

Can I be different? Can I be the one?

In the garden of roses I dance in love,

Bottles I see, she was once full

Sounds of bottles touching so lovely

Rattling of heart is like the bottle

Dregs of wine fill my belly

Slowly it moves down the throat

Like lover, bottles touch my body

I see lights from the glass pieces

So divine they rise and fall by the moment

I was a human once, suffered and cried

Roses I plucked once, thorns piercing skin

Thorns were part of me, I was the thorn

Seeing the thorn, I pulled it out

Silence engulfed my whole existence

Then I burned in the ocean of wine I relived

Now I see thousands of rose gardens in me

Dizziness from wine makes me dance

Dance the way nature sees me loves me

                                                                ~Maitreya

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