I Is Gone


13 Sep

I is gone,

last seen

adrift on wind currents


in a desert arroyo.

Today, if you listen

to the cedar flute serenade,


you will hear the One,

whom with I has merged.

When this happens for you,


not even a summer

monsoon has the power

to wash away every


vestige of your former

existence, as I is gone.


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