It came about once
That I had lost the taste for life
And satisfying this hunger,
flung to life’s turbulent gutters
To emerge into a violent current of lost.
Easy now it will hurt no more;
There will be only empty tears
From empty dreams of attachment,
But in accidental housekeeping
I found consciousness
I found the mortar for my stones
Iron for my hinges
The most defined of self
As I gazed toward no self
And for once I was anchored.
I am, really, I AM!
And NOW you can’t just fling me back.