Laughter

I died listening to Al-Haqq,
happily and with my whole heart:
blown a part of something much bigger,
bewildered to be picked up,
brushed off and slapped hard in the face
for letting go so easily
such a valuable thing as life.

Now here I am again,
fumbling for the middle:
giving up and holding on
and hearing all the laughter of those
who have given and gained
this glory outside time.

Traces

Laughing

We exist

Contentedly