Frankincense

by indigosparke

That night I cried frankincense tears

Hoping I would bloom like the flowers of the tree

And my own watering would wash me clean

To stain my skin with that smell forever

Resting eternal in that dream

Woven in time

Spoken in silence

Waking
to arrive
at the door
the gateway
to another
exploration

I am still tired

Rest comes and goes
caressing me
gently
beneath a smoking Sahdu
whose arm I once bandaged on the banks of the Ganga in Varanasi

Seems a dream ago…

Dragging me to the surface

My mind gets restless of unconscious unraveling

Driving through a city filled with potholes
flat tired
no shoes
dirty face
swimming
drifting
searching
always
searching
forever
eternal
searching
or
maybe not

I have filled notebooks with searching and yearning

Missing

Praying

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