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“This poem contends with ego-pain in a context of non-duality. It's tempting to write the ego off as unholy, because it causes so much suffering. But if everything is everything, then everything is everything. This poem gets thateven if I sometimes don't.”

—Melissa Broder

 

Wide Sigh

Melissa Broder

I thought that there were two
The good voice
And my voice

I thought the good voice was buried
And I would have to go
Under my voice
Which is glittery and cold
To get there

Then I heard them
A drumbeat and hawks
Also snakes
Many wild voices

Heartbeats
Big beats
One beat
All over

Do you hear it?
I hear it now
Speeding up
Taking me up

 

Copyright @ 2014 by Melissa Broder. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on August 26, 2014.

Copyright @ 2014 by Melissa Broder. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on August 26, 2014.

Melissa Broder

Melissa Broder is the author of Scarecrone (Publishing Genius, 2014). She lives in Venice, California.

 

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