Art, Earthly voids & Spiritual quest

Medic

The coarseness of life,

Sifted upon the pillow

Let me not fear the bardo

A hand held outward;

The cloaks of roses and carnations,

Flourish—

Illusions of innocence

The karmic carbon choke

Invokes—

Illusions of sorrows

Tell me now!

Before Tara’s light of lime comes,

To once again embrace my wounded soul

“Are we really the endless?”

Medic poem by: @enshrinedpoetry

Painting by: Romaine Brooks- La France Croisée (1914)

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