the ecstasy that is
isn’t push nor pull
isn’t a double-sided debate
nor war in which to struggle;
the ecstasy that is
is much sim
pler just taste
the blessing of this
here now ever
mistake reality for dream?
dream for reality
let the real be itself
shed armor of separate
ever think of what’s underneath
what you hide beneath
the seam
the thoughts afraid to be
verbalized
ostracized
placed permanently on the out
side of reason
the taste and the season
of what arrives
belongs only to itself
knows only its own
desire and the
instant
need only
be born
© 2009 t zaman
