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A little poem written at my shrine this midnight when I should have been meditating...
You God-man, grandfather, secret friend Pharaonic in your silences and stares Elusive in your maddening love Absconding with my freedom Boycotting my dreams You prowl at the edge of my everything Propped in my heart like some saint Watchful as a sphinx, indifferent as stone Soul-guide, envoy, enigma Keeper of my keys, puppeteer Tugging at my strings, Maestro of my anguishes and cries, Trailblazer, bright comet, my strange valentine Embedded deep like a thorn. You’re constant, meticulous, relentless Playing at your tricks and graces You cast me away, then My confidante, draw me near. Is it true that your love’s so deep? Watch over me tonight Rock this wretched crib when I sleep. – Jogyata.
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