Poetry: April 8, 2003

Our demons are there to purify us
By surrendering to them
They lead us through
Our dark places
Showing us where
The love is needed
Where the wound
Needs to be rubbed
And caressed
They lead us
Further into the light
Which darkness
Is the father of
 


 

 

The fire that kills
Is not the fire that burns
But the one
That is denied
The fire that burns
Does not destroy
Rather
It saves

 


 

ode to Valentina:

 

she left my heart
with a trail of blood
so she could
find her way
back home
she left my eyes
smothered in tears
so that she would
look larger
than life


COPYRIGHT SANANDA MAITREYA 
MILAN - 8th APRIL 2003
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED