Mental Health, Therapy

Pulsate

In this year, what cloth should I wear?
Yesterdayโ€™s madhouse pulled out from that big dark dyeing vat
Passionate red
Confusion at the edge
Goes beyond the edge
Again, back towards the middle
Winter rings appear numb but vibrate in longing

Left me a note
On the phone table
Tabbed the brakes,
To repair the mind

Arrived at the session
But mind and love have run off
This silence, blue and green, pulsates
But it doesn’t invoke yesterdayโ€™s purple blade
Soaked in a tantalizing name

Art: Peter Sedgley

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Buddhism

Wreathed in the flames

The tear drops spiral into one
Verily, it is a craving to go on through the mind-sweep
The wish, to wish you out of the question,
And let it be

Round and round these glowing branches grows out of the tangles
And rebinds at its own accord

All along what my heart has been saying

This wreath of flames is majestic and wild
Fuses the sunder
Burns away into, magenta afterglow
That will touch your face
And doubtlessly will keep you in grace, of all those tomorrows

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