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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