*artwork – osho zen tarot


within is blurred
no space for consciousness
for days, until it feels like
who are you kidding, girl?
and then, i beg this little hungry creature
to let me mourn and cry
inside the biggest room
as i have to ache for two
i want to let these sounds out
fly out of my throat
like my soul does
every time i am being left.
don’t want to hide now.
yet don’t know how to stay.
i am so close. so far from middle.


i want to sign up for every possible
treatment session. give me anything
that will bring me closer.
i want to touch, and go deeper
and stop being scared all the fucking time
and i want to be mad
and fight with my teeth and nails
this time not for my aging body
but for my fucking ageless spirit.