Love rushed into my veins
emptying me of myself.
Now filled with the Beloved
my only possession is my name.
-Rumi
Monastery of the Clouds, Tengboche, Himalayas by Michael Anderson
when we were in the himalayas, in the mornings we would go to the hall to have breakfast
and you could watch clouds float into the room through the open doors
many times i dream of packing this life into a goodwill donation box
i long for a simpler existence
to spend the rest of my days in quiet cloud-filled place
what keeps me from doing this?
not much. yet, literally everything
i have so much attachment
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