Knew you once,
Saw you,
Heard you,
Touched you,
Loved you… once.
You who held my stack of paper,
pages covered with my iconic scrawl.
It read like a message orated by an angel,
weighed like a bag of cocaine.
I let it burn in your mind,
I let it burn as kindling for your fire;
It did not matter.
You, who lets genius coagulate in the lungs,
lets it run through crooked teeth,
plays with it like a jewel in the tongue
when pontificating of love.
That’s funny…
Knew you once,
Saw you,
Heard you,
Touched you,
Loved you…
About Me
- Mikaela Coon
- "It fills me with great joy and a high hope for humanity when I realise that there was a time in the remote past when our poet-prophets stood under the lavish sunshine of an Indian sky and greeted the world with the glad recognition of kindred. It was not an anthropomorphic hallucination. It was not seeing man reflected everywhere in grotesquely exaggerated images, and witnessing the human drama acted on a gigantic scale in nature's arena of flitting lights and shadows. On the contrary, it meant crossing the limiting barriers of the individual, to become more than man, to become one with the All. It was not a mere play of the imagination, but it was the liberation of consciousness from all the mystifications and exaggerations of the self. These ancient seers felt in the serene depth of their mind that the same energy, which vibrates and passes into the endless forms of the world, manifests in our inner being as consciousness; and there is no break in unity. They knew that mere appearance and disappearance are on the surface like waves on the sea, but life which is permanent knows no decay nor dimunition." -Rabindranath Tagore, Sadhana
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