I have lived many lives,
\nand they return
\neverywhere I go.
\nI get lost inside them.
\nI am real
\nsays the woman
\nwho neither smiles or frowns.
\nShe has appeared several times,
\nalways in a dream,
\nand I beg her to stay,
\nand she goes.
\nBut where?<\/p>\n
And the roads and houses,
\nunoccupied,
\nvoices sing in the dark
\nwhen I\u2019m not listening.
\nOr the timeless avenue of children,
\nwho play and run
\nand call me,
\nreturn,
\nwhere are you going?<\/p>\n
And my heart hurts with pain.
\nSomewhere,
\nI reply without sound.
\nI am caught in time and meaning.
\nShould I stay?
\nI look into a mirror and ask,
\nshould I have stayed?
\nWhere was I going?<\/p>\n
And life resumes.
\nMy friends bridge no nonsense,
\nand are not crazy. They
\ndo not know how life
\nplays hide and seek,
\nblurs at the edges,
\nfalls in love with strangers,
\navoids temples and churches.<\/p>\n
It goes on.
\nI have lived before,
\nand currently occupy several places,
\nwanting something,
\nor someone,
\nto hold my hand,
\nand tell me where is home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I have lived many lives, and they return everywhere I go. I get lost inside them. I am real says the woman who neither smiles…<\/p>\n