I sit, I listen to the chant but I don’t join in. My dragon holds me back from uttering words that may enlighten.
I like my dark corners, my nooks to hide in, it gives me peace, an invisible cloak from the frightening.
Some day the light will come for me and tear me from this body. I won’t go down lightly, not now, not since I saw myself.
Sitting, legs crossed, peaceful in the chant but apart. My love, my hate, my all and my health.
Eyes open, incense tickling my nose, rising like a submarine from the deep … reality.
D April 2017