Doors Not to Open
26.08.2323 | Topağacı, Petra Roasting Co. | Poetry after an ashtanga practice and having chit chat on espousing — I practised through my breath, To explore my body’s integrity. I reached out to the corpse, From subconscious to self-conscious to superconscious. Then, a patter of rain on a temple roof Came to my ear. I wondered. It was hot, and there was no rain; I was sure. There was a taste of something, Never really lost, never really found. Then I wanted to open my eyes, Yet I was dead; remember? I couldn’t open my eyes. So, how was I supposed to find the answer I was seeking? The resolution has come With the intention of this conflict. Paying attention to my faith enables me To see the clarity.