Bond

Come Back To Me

Dream: Thread, Yarn, Pearl, Wood| Canvas

9”x12”

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Bond

When the living tires,
erase everything.
Erase every face of divinity
you have known.
Erase the temples and shrines.
Erase yourself,
the idea of living,
even existence itself.

And go lie in
the womb of the mother.

Beneath the bushes,
behind the pine trees,
on the bed of orchid,
my womb lay bare.

Where the circles loop
over and over again,
the red sap drops
onto your mouth.

I lay there,
where eyes once saw river.
Come, hold this thread.
As long as you have that,
you always will have me.

● in private collection