Sometimes you do your morning ritual: prop yourself up, sip coffee, smoke and see what the internet is doing, and you find something so visceral & heartbreaking that your cigarette has turned into a long chain of ash and burnt out between your fingers, which are under a spell that suspends your wrist midair, causing you to forget to inhale.
Originally posted on That we are all Ninja:
the day couldn’t have been more perfect; the sun shone brightly, clouds lingered here and there and the sky hung lightly in its lazy blue haze.
i signed your name on a piece of paper and spoke it aloud,
letter by letter,
and word by word.
i held you in my hand and in the air; i let the breeze set you free.
as you floated and drifted, i folded my hands in prayer, closed my eyes and centered you in my thoughts, my words and in my lotus heart.
you danced and danced on and i prayed.
the breeze let you go and you fell to the ground. there, in silence, i stand and you lay.
i open my eyes . . .
i see you standing where your signed name rests. you are no mirage. you are here. my eyes blur with tears and my lotus heart blossoms…
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