Seppuku

I commit seppuku on a blank paper,
spill my guts onto its pristine emptiness,
stark and bloodied words fall out
mix with my warm entrails,

these wounds are never healed,
they open every time I feel,
they open every time I write,

they open me to what flows
through my mind,
into my heart,
coursing the rivers of my being
on the way
to your eyes.

— Kailashana, Mar 21, 2009

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W.C.Wampler

17 years 2 months ago

Seppuku poem

K., Seppuku is not in my dictionary, but I get the picture. I relate to this completely, only wishing I had more mental guts to spill. It's a poets poem. wcw

whitetea

17 years 2 months ago

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writing is definitely a way to explore our hiding corners. or even to revisit them. i really liked this.

Kailashana

17 years 2 months ago

Thank you for reading,

Thank you for reading, what's a poem without a little bleeding and reading? ;-)

Kailashana

17 years 2 months ago

Writing is no more than

Writing is no more than thoughts on paper...thoughts are no more than feelings in the body....the body is merely a vehicle of experience....any experience is what unites us all....uniting in experience.... we are able to meet one another in this plane(t). Hi~ And thank you very much for reading whitetea... nice to experience your presence again. May all beings be free of suffering. ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho

weirdelf

17 years 2 months ago

The pain is familiar, the results vary

tanto carves my flesh some dead moths and dust emerge I inspect the void cheers, Jess Forever unwrapping the eternal present.

Kailashana

17 years 2 months ago

I love you Jess, how we

I love you Jess, how we unwrap one another. ;-) ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho

Nordic cloud

17 years 2 months ago

I am glad

that the act is only used as a metaphor here! as the reality would be .......................? A dramatic way to create eternity. Ann

Kailashana

17 years 2 months ago

geishas and butterflies!

geishas and butterflies! seppuku and transformation. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ofaoLKPz7c&feature=related "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho