རྗེས་སུ་གདུང་བ།།

རྗེས་སུ་གདུང་བ།

Remorse

Your heart
It has to break

Sometimes it is ugly
Sometimes it will smell
Sometimes ashes will rise
Burning shreds of heart
Illuminating the sky.

Don't be mistaken
This ain't beautiful
These flames

This method of illumination
Is making light
from burning flesh

And after the ashes have settled
And the birds
Have taken their share
the sun may rise and shine again
But you I we are
No longer there.

יחד

9. September 2019