I could not mediate.
God died in my home. Osho...
I promise
I will not write your...
Pain indigo of
half-moon, will travel...
A poet's eye
sails from room to room...
Things go beyond your
vision. I transcend gods...
The mission to
know myself failed...
Would you remain
you, after the time lapse...
O moon, when I
stalk you, why do you...
The contours of
jutting bones refuse to...
Walls are suddenly
lit. Sun was getting ready...
Do not, meditate.
Random words would take you...
In small pieces
you come back to live...