A desire for, Buddhism, dreams

Bodhisattvas

The children of the sun
Have been fooling
Underneath the new moon
On fire, in scarlet dreams of you

Pass the velvet decay
Near the collarbone of delight
Petal pinks
Sisters’ peaks can still rise

Ardent October nights ahead of us
A soft mouth with some proof
In their eternal eyes, they always knew who
Our lifetimes of aspen leaves
swaying in cadence breeze

Poem: NaRa Digital Montage: NaRa & appropriated from Francesca Woodman

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Mine Na 13.

A blanket of camouflage

Don’t you wanna touch?
Her soul’s intricate web of lace.
Her crushed velvet skin.
She’s been on fire for centuries.
Every birth, born with cinder eyes.
Past deaths so violent;
Left violet raised marks
In the next skin,
Every sin a tender shame.
Provoked to pinch and pull at her flesh.
A pattern maimed.
A timid frame.
Before, behind closed doors,
Leaped in camera’s eye.
Until out the window,
She layed in crimson snow.
Now in this life, her 22nd urgency,
Has faded in a winter’s remorse.
And she floats on into the age of 34.
In zenith, no more.

Poem & Art: Naomi Ruth Waldschmidt

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