The Death Of Attachment (Poem)

Chase after me.

I turn your desire to dust.

Make it taste like ashes in your mouth.

You burn with frenzied passion.

Search for anything to quieten the heat.

I am food that never fills you,

Water that leaves you gasping with thirst.

Eventually you give up in despair.

The spaces left by this cavernous indeed.

Then can you find a path.

See the faint traces of wiser footprints.

Everyone has gone before.

Follow and open your heart.

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