Patchwork dreams

O my Love,
I tore myself to shreds
laid like petals on the ground
before You

Pick me up
Make me whole
Rescue me
Keep safe the soul
whose clothes
I tore to shreds
like petals
for You

I keep tearing
and sewing seams
of this jumble
of patchwork dreams

Til the cloth
crumbles to dust
on the ground
before You

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  1. Gravatar Madhava says...

    Nice poem. Touching, tantric, true …


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