‘The river isn’t a thing, Gautama understood: it’s a process.The same is true of a person.’ – Vishvapani Blomfield
Now I am come apart. From you,and I could say such is your doing or mine –
or rather undoing – but we knowhow much of everything is a lie.
Hovering over my body, in a tangledmess of silver threads going snap, snap,
snap, I realise you were the fibre and tendon,and glue that held while we ended
and began and ended and began; untilyou were all samsara. We must now,
in essence, belong to an unbelongingand so, forevermore, find me where you are.
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