Zywa Templebed

I celebrate my desires
on the templebed, doing
nothing, watching and smelling

what the priest is describing
they told me so in advance
An exercise

relaxing in the wild
of the mountains, in a cave
His words anoint my nerves

and untie them from the inside
of my entrails, wash my reservations
off with warm attention, recover

my muscles and my soul
I want to continue living this way
Let it go, let it go

that's the exercise
my only chance
to hold it

Poem 849
Amsterdam, 2016-11-28

Incubation (Sleeping in a sacred area)
Collection: Pending rain 
Keyword: Healing 
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