Run Away to Heaven

Run away to heaven

leave everything behind

even the things that made you happy,

because it will all weigh you down.

Run away to heaven.

The trek is only so long.

So be patient as you sprint

and take deep breathes

as you sprint along.

 

But I’m running to my grave.

I don’t know at which age I’ll reach it.

It worries me that I’ll make mistakes,

even as I divorce the world.

If I’m running to my grave,

which is in all directions,

whichever I face, does it make a difference-

whatever decision I make?

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Immaterial heaven of my living self

I will wait in patience 

Until that which was unknown becomes apparent

And until prayers and destiny reach their verdict

 no rush, I’m happy as I am.
Unfortunately what’s best is that time be taken for clarity

For both cases to be solved and given their due burials

 And toss away our last living flowers of the past into it’s casket for cremation

After all, this ambiguity is well-wishing. Although it leaves huge gaping holes in my heart, I must accustom myself to the ice cool breeze willowing through this freshly carved cave

Perhaps one day it’ll become as magnificent and jeweled as the worlds oldest caves.

It’ll become my castle, my sanctuary of ever flowing hopes and dreams. Pure tears from the valley of my eyes, furnishing mirrored stalagmites of sincere desires.

Reflecting the years of sabr  

and dedication, and the serene streams of honesty meandering through and through.

This is my artwork, this is my treasure, which no eye has seen.

And it’s all carefully crafted by my patience, sincerity, and destiny.

This is the immaterial heaven of my living self.

The throne of my mind-palace.