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Broken Lines: Shadorma

BROKEN LINES

Here where the
Various varied
Versions of
Me hang out
Swung by to check whether these
Worn tear ducts still work

The Ice Cream Van

THE ICE CREAM VAN

Harken! Hear’st thou not
The jolly old ice cream van?
An old childhood memory

Reentering the present …

Ice cream in the Winter?
Dream on, my dearest, for
Now who leaves the house?

Reentering the present …

I scream at this Winter
For none enter the house
No one any more save I

Free

FREE

Seeing attachments
To simply see attachments
Without attachment

Stone Me!

STONE ME!

Life arises/arrives
In so so many forms
And all inter-related

Best observe, interact
Without attachment
For it is after all as it is

Come-on

COME-ON

If sex is magic
(And who are we to question?)
Let us explore it

On The Wagon

ON THE WAGON

Discard attachment
Loss a fizzy illusion
And sorrow sham pain

Not Quite, Not Yet (20b)

NOT QUITE, NOT YET

Letting go
The gurus proclaim
Magic wand
Golden key
We let go, things let us go
We remain attached

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Shadorma November

And Then (8a)

AND THEN

Autumn leaves
As Winter arrives
Seems only
Yesterday
Leaves remained firmly attached
As we cling to life

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Shadorma November

To Whom It May Concern

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

We breathe in
We breathe out
Not always
Regardless

Stuck In The Mud

STUCK IN THE MUD

Seeking duration
We forget love transcends it
And remain mired

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