WRITE UNDER THE MOON | POETRY
Stuck in the Bardo
Embracing unexpected liminal space
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1 min readMay 4, 2024
I somehow wound up in the bardo
in a space that is quite undefined
knowing liminal healing
lemon-lime-able feeling
empty thoughts dripping out of my mind
It’s a spooky but easy existence
as I walk wearing dead person’s clothes
I have dove so far in
the old me is just skin
my new movements are measured and slow
My past is translucently here now
passing through I avoid all that pain
I step into my fear
bringing presence to bear
with each day I’m created again
I’m breathing once more in this non-space
through my feet I have figured out how
so in the bardo I’ll be
if you’re looking for me
but have mercy and please don’t come now
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