Somehow you grabbed my soul
formerly protected soft and safe
within the area behind my heart
(Where souls usually reside)
and with a stiff brush you washed
it clean.
When you gave it back to me it was
rough and raw.
It had a few holes that needed
patching and I would have to
grow new pieces of soul to
fill in the gaps.
Twisting, bending I opened my heart
to you. That's how you got in when I
wasn't looking. You told me that it was
a journey.
I took the first step, the second and third
and before long it was as if I was in a dream
beyond a dream. There you were, though
I couldn't see you, only hear, "let go, don't
struggle, the pain is not really there."
I tried to stay deep within the state
of non-waking. Attachment to my
dream life drawing me in and soothing
my tortured soul. Until the end of the world
I would sleep. But no you said, I could not
become attached to the dream. It wasn't real.
And I couldn't become attached to what
was real either. It is the only way to end
suffering and the illusion that we are
the mind.
And I gave you back my soul.
And now I stay awake.
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