Ecstatic and contemplative Poetry

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Everything in Nothingness

 

When you have become everything

what is that fragment

of a moment we call

a lifetime?

 

The dust of my bones

blanket the planet

from tens of thousands

of lifetimes,

and you say I am not

one of your people

because this body

carries the blood

of the conqueror.

 

How do you know

that on some good day

to die, your cavalry

bullet did not pierce

my war-shirt, and

my blood did not soak

into the red, red earth

 

When you are all of space

what is that speck of dust

called a human body?

What is that cluster

of particles we call

clan, race, gender, species,

self

Buddha... God?

 

I have felt the fullness

of man inside of me

and given birth, and death.

 

My skin has blistered

in the fire of the stake,

and I have laid in heaps

of bodies in large pits

under fresh snow.

 

The greed of humans

knows no end,

but when the layers

of my grasping self

fell away, then

I became everything

and nothing.

 

-- Jeff Brooks --

 

 

 

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