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.