SPONTANEITY

The Thief is one
that knows how to make Time stand still…
and although Time is standing still—it is lying on its Back.

The Thief is one
that can pour Void out of Space
and can make the Empty even emptier…
so Shallow in depth—that the Abyss feels like concrete.

The Thief is the one
that can Steal my suffering
and turn it into a vessel—when Whole—carries the World like a ship,
when cracked—separates gems from sand at the outpour.

How do I tell the Thief—
that I’d like to be Stolen
absorbed into the Invisible
and to become transparent
like That?

For why would a Thief Steal—that which is Apparent?
The Best Thieves take—what is Unnoticed and Unseen.

How can I make myself Invisible
to become a Subject of this Thievery?

How do I make myself so Absent; so Clueless?

How do I become a Mystery—that makes the Thief plot and plan?

How do I make it Think nothing day and night–but of Me?

How do I become so Worthy—to be desired this intently?

Is this Thief—not Ruler of Reality?

Is this Thief—not the Window into the World?

How can one become—just like this Thief?

For it You will not take me—I will Take it upon myself.

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About Ji’s Devotion and Ecstasy Poems