Samsara

One must assume that

Life is never ending

That love is round

And the Sun is pleasing

One can't deny that roundness

Is everywhere and yet is absent

From those who break its circles

Full of promises and continuity

We are all trapped in Samsara

An ancient Gehenna of wedding rings

Of golden coins, of transparent teardrops,

and of dancers twirling in ancient theaters

What is it then that we are so unaware

Of these lapses that keep us captive

In harmonious mayhem

and chaotic meditation

What is it then that we don't keep in touch

With the place where all endings meet

Where is the red thread that connects us all

And is untearable

If Samsara is where you are standing

If Samsara is trapped in my closet

Or maybe in the cold guavas I tend to eat

Eating them riskily because there is no way to know

If you're going to eat the bitter or the sweeter one

There is no way to tell

There is no way to assure

That poets' love

That lovers' promises

Are going to end

For Samsara is that way to Nirvana

For it is some kind of Gehenna

Of saddened lovers, angered bankers

And lonely poets with a pen.

DA 2015