Even when my body is open
my spirit shrivels up,
something is inside but vibrating
recollecting the gone past
of every shining rainbow,
the last birth.
Possibly, quite possibly,
another dimension opens up
Our bodies can take the shock
of our spirits not being comfortable,
and that makes it bearable, I guess.
Or they hate each other completely,
and through the little crevice between them,
we are looking down at our feet,
dust and pensive looking toes.
And the blabbering mind,
which talks about existence.