Cradle

When this world becomes too overwhelming,
I find my way back, to my original lover.
I take a bowl out of its ancient soup and realize how I had been starved.
It reconnects me back to my original source.

When I become too attached to this world, everything collapse on itself.
From a nightmarish dream, I awaken, shaken up,  into the universe’s cradle;
with a knowing, I won’t be harmed and touched,
by this world’s filthy hands.

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