coming to grips
I’ve had to let go
of things I gripped
which really, gripped me
false notions of warmth, grabbing what isn’t mine
and leaving what is
clutch of deception, has stolen my mind
illusions of bliss
fond of the idea of love
but I have love
it is emotion which blinds me
like spoils, I covet too many
simplicity, modesty?
word’s which once offended
but I see detachment’s wisdom
deep where truth is hidden
but truth is
truth truly isn’t
hidden
we’re just lacking vision
the loss is in extremes
the compass, within its seams
but nothing is as it seems
delusional attachments intervene
my heart has four chambers
not to one solely it clings
yes, it understands proportions
and the balances it beams
what is mine,
is me
what I am
is nothing
what I have,
is nothing
where I am
is everywhere
where that is,
is nowhere
where I go
is my choice
but I’ll leave
all things
and keep with me
no thing
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