Cobwebs

It was difficult to 
rewrite one's own death― 
on parchment paper. The cloudburst, 
had washed away your writ. 

The cadaver turns around 
and talks. Faith and fire going together. 
A flickering light from the brown 
eyes, would tell about Advaita. The 
nonduality of pain and body. 

You can become painless― 
if you leave the physical and 
watch yourself intently. 

Captivity crumbles. You want 
to make sure, the bread does not 
come between desire and grief.