THE RITUAL OF TEARS
Tonight my poverty is a great bliss,
the lamps burning on leftover oils,
the pet sleeping over an empty bowl,
the moon reclining behind the clouds,
aching men drowned in their sleeping slumbers,
I’m grateful for this blessed solitude
which allows me privacy
for the ritual of “tears”.
-MUSINGS OF THE AWAKENING SOUL.
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