Category: Poetry

Stay.

But if you are here to stay,

let it be completely.

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Stay.

Not because one heart

has a rope around another,

but because we know “two”

is just a number.

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Stay.

There is nowhere else

to run to.

Nothing to fight for,

and all to surrender to.

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Stay.

Just a little longer.

Just a breath longer.

This instant is

all there ever is.

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Stay.

I stand

with myself,

sometimes alone.

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I stand

with you,

even if you don’t see me.

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In a world of “YOU” and “I”

being “WE” is a Revolution.

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So I stand here,

looking from within

how illusion takes over reality.

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And I continue to stand with myself,

no matter if alone,

because in Me,

You are always contained.

Art: Kasimir Malevich, Black Circle, State Russian Museum (St. Petesburg).

 

I lost everything so I could be right.

And then, winning felt so empty.