Rafael Stoneman - Undone

No time for poetry, what could that mean?
Too much work going on, 

too much petty pushes of pride,
too much coming and going, 

in order to survive.

 

But without a poem in your heart.

are you really  alive?



Come again to a standstill,
where there is nothing to be done.



Stay silent here, for at least one long moment,
and let love and nothingness real you in.

Now there is a break from healing,

a rest from dualistic emotions.


a timeout from trying to become.

Sip this silence  slowly,
until you are sober and undone.

Here  at the batgap