Bodhi Tree
and I hunger for you, like a moth
longing for one last flicker of flame
nestled deep inside my heart
the memory of my childhood worship sits deep
as an innocent deer panting by the riverside
and I need you now, ... like I need the air I breathe
for I feel lame as a joke I can't retell,
perhaps I am the joke itself;
inside this narrow minded insulated world of reality,
you don't exist anymore for me
at least not in the way you did when I was young
for I have given you so many different gowns and shapes
that I am no longer able to envision you
the way I did before, what do you look like now?
I ask while sitting quietly, beneath a
Bodhi tree.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
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