The Ether

poem about freedom and love



Not without a wound
Have I known love
Too many fragments of the spirit
Have I scattered on these streets
I must embark from this treacherous land
I must seek the ether, the comfort of obscuration
And close my eyes
And remember
the nothingness
whence I came

I am most myself
lost at Sea
Unknown, undefined
The quiet consolation
of the unattached
to be as a Spirit
I have my haunts
I live

Inside a wound
where I find love



photograph by Lukasz Szmigiel


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Julie Maya Panda

Julie Maya Panda is a Mystic Poet & Spiritual Hynotherapist living in San Francisco, CA.

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