Merge with your doubt.
Drown in bewilderment.
Though
non-existent,
past and future
are too heavy to
bear.
But take heart.
The empty sky
fills every atom
of
bone and flower,
stone in the path,
eye of ornamental owl
guarding the
gates
of the abandoned sanatorium.
At home with
loss,
you too are weightless,
a golden mountain
dancing in the void.
Ever moved
by the
stillness
of your Mother's breath,
just fall into
dancing and sing,
"I don't know!"
Portrait of Hafiz by Bahman Farshchian
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