POEMS: Shedding yet another skin

Alter of the Soul-Arlid Rosenkrantz

 Lo Women!

Dressing your chains in feathers, does not make them wings.

Smash the mirror, open the door

yet tread lightly, in the valley of sleep.

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Muddy water 

thrown against rocks 

becomes clear,

a crushed rose 

reveals its fragrance.

Slip between the space of two thoughts and 

yearn for the geometry of rosewater.

You are neither your hand 

nor the eye that beholds it. 

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I knew some dervishes who drank wine after whirling, I rolled my eyes,

and by the time my gaze was fixed back my righteous deeds fell out of my pockets and pooled in theirs complete. for they were sincere in their pleasure and I was arrogant in my piousness.