Out of Body


Feet veer towards ancient
Cities, sites, other beginnings
As dust rises, wind driven~

Mind feels tremulous awakenings
In snatches of faint remembrances
and I find myself splitting into multitudes~

Ghostly beckoning
Involuntarily drawn

by kohl lined mesmerizing
Eyes folding me into velvety
Dark of endless mazes

of attar scented winding souks,
with an accompaniment
of soft laughter showers

pitter patter from anklets
on tiny feet, tinkling untrammeled
*image is from I Love Buddhism page*


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