I am drowning.
I could take my last breath
and float very far away, where night is day
and everything smells good
and there is no "you and me".
Where everything is ONE
and there is no fear of separation.
I believe in that place of union and LOVE.
It is heaven.
The truth is, I never felt so alive
as I felt when I was "dead".
The greater pain is living
when it's so much easier not to.
Life isn't measured in holding your breath
while still longing to breathe.
We only really begin to "live"
when there is no need to breathe.
When we become the air.
Written a while ago and revived. I believe that if we are to share, we are to share in all vulnerability. There have been times in my life when letting go seemed to be the easier thing.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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