beyond geography

beyond geography I am
if only I could see myself
free of context and things
the pure life shining like a
light, and the body, all
the workings clear as glass

but all is confused here,
opaque, so much to learn
yet we know that we are dust
and all the strivings of
every human being in their
millions like ants
scurrying as the bank gives

way: a single day: a
lifetime, and all the busy
years don't bring clarity
and all the tears I've
shed must be counted
in some place of diamond
halls, filled with love

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