Working through the 227 Rules For Monks.
Who knew the simple life could be so complex.
Dusty
I didn’t feel anything
was it supposed to hurt
I thought this is how
it’s supposed to feel
not that I enjoyed the feeling
it wasn’t pain
it wasn’t pleasure
merely
this is how I felt it always would be
that everyone lived in fear
this was the fear
that I was supposed to hide
or be hidden from
after enough time
I became unaware
callose
I learned to live with it
didn’t conceive of being without it
it was like growing up
in a dark room
not knowing there was light
then one day
a window opens
to reveal the layers of dust
protection
I’ve been cloaked in
choked in
one fear replaces another
how much light can I shed
& still be safe
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