Plop
The drop hits the water

The Atman cannot be seperated from the Brahman
Brahman exists in and as everything

The wise person
Ignores the material
And seeks the spiritual

Let us be sincere
Sincere in our thoughts
And in our deeds

Life is powerful, isn't it?

I wonder what it would be like
To share a hug
With a loving person

I am 30 now

I would like to hug
A compassionate and loving woman
To gently massage her back

Human warmth

Oh how I have dreamed of this

I hope to meet someone like this
I am afraid that our friendship
May result in love
In physical intimacy
I am saving myself
For that woman

We share a love of history
And literature
We laugh and cry
We live together
We have a great love

Maybe
It is possible?
Hmm

Imagine that here in front of me I have a sachet of salt, a spoon and a bowl of water, I then mix the salt into the water and let it dissolve; after some time I try and remove a spoonful of water from the bowl, a spoonful of water that does not taste salty. I cannot [using the tools that he gave himself at the start]. That is the nature of Brahman, the teacher explained, existing both in and as everything.

WHAT IF I TOLD YOU HOW SCARED SHE IS. WHAT IF I TOLD YOU HOW SHE WATCHES THE WAY SHE WALKS, BECAUSE THE LAST TIME SHE FELL IN LOVE, SHE HIT THE GROUND. AND SHE WOULD OFFER HIM HER HEART BUT IT'S BEEN EATEN AT AND STORED IN A DOGGY BAG AROUND A CORNER WITHIN HER CHEST - AND SHE CANNOT HELP BUT ALWAYS FEEL LEFTOVER. WHAT IF I TOLD YOU THAT SHE'S SCARED OF FEELING.
BECAUSE IT DOESN'T FEEL HER BACK.

this is not a poem
          
          

                       *just a mere

image
consisting of

                                         straight lines
and curves