Water Lily

The anger was virulent, and so was the wheezing accompanying

My inner hollow of convulsion

To open up and share with you the stalagmites of soul,

Left behind by trauma, dismay, and rejection,

I left the room, house, city,

My heart remained in pain

Only step, step, stepping

Away from the patterns, the feelings, and the lack of peace...

Neutral to attachment, meant a reflecting habit

To find my ascetic mortality and yet

My inventive side

My divine spark

My feelings, felt

It was grander than a chandelier, and it was here

In this room of space

Cessation of conflict within me