Hungry ghost


by atma anna christ

Somewhere in the kitchen somewhere in a dream somewhere in a parallel world

I see the hunger unbearable eating bones of dead bodies crawling in caves and cemeteries

the ever hungry the ever thirsty drinking blood and wine

looking at them now perceiving the suffering the pain of such a soul 

all that is left is to forgive whatever needs forgiving

is not the mind it is the body that remembers as the smell of death approaches

Nothing ever ends except consciously in awareness

and I wonder why we came in this time line praying for freedom

and ready to pay the debt to move across the line of sorrow

and I wonder why we have chosen the slow dance of liberation…

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